Domovia frowned, paused, then shook herself. "Yes, yes...But Nyre...She's much more fragile than me, you see. Thin bones, and a small size," she murmured, before turning back to Etony. "I think she's more hurt than me. I'm not hurt too bad, just my wings ache a little." She shifted from foot to foot, uncertain as to whether she should stay and fight, or go find her twin. "Gods, but if Trea were here, she'd be able to 'play' with that bug...And I could find Nyre. What to do, what to do..." She paced a moment, then frowned. "What shall we do?" She asked this of Etony, eyes on him.
Nyre rose on unsteady paws, and tried to approach Crypt. But he was fighting, so she wouldn't get too close. Just enough so that she would be seen if she lost conciousness. Maybe he'd be so kind as to take her somewhere safe...Or not. Either way, she couldn't run or help herself, tuth be told.