As soon as Cirno's hand felt Becca's sleeve, she grasped it tightly, the grip on Yuka's doing the same. Somewhere in her mind she realized that she was getting blood everywhere she touched but it was very small and unimportant now. Right now she just cried, not wanting to let go in the fear of the both of them vanishing as well. For now, her anger was forgotten, leaving her somewhat limp in their arms.