Klonoa pants as he pulls his arm away from his eyes, doing what he can to get people up and running after the fighting ends. Serge and Corrin need some help, and he starts up with Corrin, heading over to raise those squeak-toy hands of his. Rushes of holy light wash over her body, the fatigue of battle Cured to the best of his ability. The worn stitching gets tighter, the faded fabric brightens. Dark knight abilities sure are scary, huh?

"Serge, are you alright? That looked... uncomfortable."