The blanket was thrown back and Yukito was on the move the moment he saw her falter. He didn't call out, still mindful of the others trying to sleep, and almost he wasn't quick enough to catch her. But catch her he did. He was on his knees, the girl gathered up into his arms.

"What happened...?" He asked of her quietly, the concern, the worry thick in his voice. Yukito wasn't sure if he should have been calling for help or not. Had she woken from a nightmare? Had someone said something to her? And why in the world was she wearing just a towel...?