No matter the situation, no matter what he felt or how he shouted, Red Velvet Cookie's hold was gentle. Even as he pulled you from the remnants of destruction, his clawed hand didn't so much as graze your wounds.

"You fool! Why did you do that?!" He and his hounds were capable enough to fend for themselves, you didn't have to get hurt. You didn't have to but you did, and there he sat unscathed while you were near limp in his arms.

"You better stay awake; I'm not done with you!" Red Velvet Cookie could tell his words went in one ear and out the other. Anger only scratched the surface of what he felt. He was scared—worried sick—but he couldn't show it. He had to be strong.

Red Velvet's cake hounds guarded his back as he fled the scene with you in his arms. "Just hold on a little longer." He wouldn't let you die now.