Oh thank fuck. Zafika had started to run out of ideas for what to do if the monster had started it's grabbing again, so they're very relieved when their glaive practically slides through the monster's neck. Not, that the relief lasts for very long, because oh that's so disgusting, the sight of the monster draining and the smell that hits them right after make them gag, and they're quick to back away from the spreading pudding-like puddle. No more monster goop on them, thank you very much.

But now that the monster is dead and the adrenaline is draining from them, the exhaustion from doing something as big as that flash hits them, and they use the glaive for some minor support as they sink to their knees on the ground. It's a very familiar feeling, almost physical exhaustion without actual soreness, and it gives them very unpleasant memories to training their petrifying power.

Meaning it's time to sweep those aside and distract themselves from the memories. "Matilda, are you okay? Did you get hurt?" They sound concerned, but also fish around for their phone with unsteady hands, and quickly type a message, admittedly making unusual mistakes because they're not focusing on it that much. The moment that's done though, they place their blindfold over their eyes again, welcoming the familiar weight and the darkness that comes with it.