[ So two. Optimistically, two would be fine. She thinks she knows who else she can track down if she needs an alternate, but she'll tuck that thought to the back of her head right now. She needs to focus on cleansing what she can immediately, making the quick exchange so they remain on equal footing: a shard for a shard.

She draws her dagger out with her other hand next and cuts her own palm while still clutching Hayame's shard in her grip. The blood oozes out immediately, lightly soaking the underside of the shard before she holds the dagger out for Hayame to go next. ]

I dreamt of my own world fracturing like this before I'd first woken up here. Thriving one moment then shattering to pieces in the next. I don't know if we'll be able to stop it, but I want to be of sound mind. I did nothing to help my own world when it happened.

[ She doesn't have the presence of mind to stop herself from speaking right now or admitting that some part of her is afraid of this blight escalating and of losing herself and everything around them again. ]