Taking a deep breath, Erika ran the final closed room of the sixth game through her mind. It was quick. She knew the answer now. Rather, it was for Mikado's benefit. Her mental instability was a liability at the moment and the comfort of flipping through a beloved puzzle calmed her.

"Dealing with those stakes the way I did wasn't just an effect of the dream." Which meant not to worry about her. Unless she actually fell, if she could stand, then she was alive enough.

Though...seeing him so shaken was a little concerning. Erika felt nothing at all for the dead but she had tried to kill them 'kindly' for Mikado. Apparently, there really were no kind deaths.

But he was all right. He'd be better once they found that idiot of his and got out of here. Mikado's safety still took priority, though.

Erika pulled Mikado closer to her, mindful of his wounds even as distant footfalls grew louder. "Allow me to handle this. Shut your eyes if you need to but keep yourself safe. After all, that's what my goal, too."

Tempting as it was to carry him, she decided to just keep an eye on him for now, pressing him quickly down the hall and deeper into what she had called hell.