A savage hiss was her initial response, drawing back to deliver another deadly wicked strike, but Blue's boot caught on a broken snag of concrete, turning her ankle just enough to upset her balance. She stumbled, would have fallen if not for Omega's arm, then simply went limp against him, long hair obscuring her face.

Blue felt her mate pull her up and into his arms, and she offered no protest, hiding her sniffles in his shirt. A few moments later, trembling arms stole around his waist and, face still obscured, she bit at her lips, trying so hard to contain her silent struggles. She knew her sister hadn't meant anything by it, but even thinking about her beautiful Firebird reminded her of that day, when she'd been brought low by InGen's adaptive methodology.

Claws still clutching at the back of Omega's shirt, she muttered into his chest, sniffled, then turned her head just enough so that the words carried and tried again. "...'m all right. ...they're...gone."

For now.