[Vriska whirls to face Nill, and it takes her a minute to register the bright red blood because she still isn't used to humans bleeding. The second it registers is when she changes direction, wings flapping and pushing off the ground.]

Shit, running isn't going to work!

[She swoops close, scooping Nill up bridal style and trying to adjust for the new weight. It'll slow her down, but not as much as someone wounded would, and she's beyond the point of leaving someone behind to die that couldn't make the cut.]

Keep pressure on that wound. You're gonna bleed out if you don't and I'm not gonna drag your carcass around, okay?