Nel was concerned. She'd talked to Ienzo softly, coaxing him to open his eyes as he came round, reluctantly, but he hadn't said anything in reply yet. He'd co-operated with having his heart rate and blood pressure monitored, and his temperature taken, but he was still dazed.

In shock, she thought, and not the medical kind related to blood loss.

She was relieved when Even showed up. Relieved that it wasn't Marluxia, and relieved that it was someone that cared for Ienzo. Even had near raised him, he'd said, and while Ienzo wasn't the most grateful of wards, there was still that connection.

Of course, Even didn't handle being upset very well. He turned to getting angry, rather than getting upset. She didn't intervene, though, when that anger got directed at Szayel the moment Even walked through the door. Szayel deserved it.