"Yes." She's panicking, that's clear enough. Hakkai steadies himself against the humming panic in his own ribcage, breathes through it, and smiles at Ruka, small and sympathetic.

"You should reach out to the Admiral and ask for your inmate to be revived. There's no need to take him to the infirmary, although--"

He glances around, frowning a little at the sight of his own blood spattered on the floor, the quill cast aside.

"--he'll come back to life in his own body, with all of his injuries healed. I'll help clean up in here. It might take a few minutes for him to come back after you make the request, but it's usually not very long.

"After he comes back, he'll feel very ill for about a week, with pain where the fatal injury was."

He takes a deep breath, steadying himself, and glances down to check on the progress of his wound. The blood seems to be slowing, maybe stopped, although he resists the temptation to let up on the pressure to see.

"I can help move him to his bed before you ask. It might be more comfortable for him."