Kakashi is breathing hard, and he can still feel the tingle of lightning in his fingers - and the rather less pleasant chill of exhaustion and blood loss stealing through the rest of him - but he ruthlessly compartmentalises all of it after a cursory self-assessment; he won't collapse and none of his wounds are too severe to be put off until later.

There are more important things that demand his attention - one very important thing, one he is afraid may be truly broken this time, though she stands - blood-spattered and dirty but whole - not far from him, in the muddy remains of a dissolved doton.

"Pup?" Kakashi calls gently, and Sakura jerks like a poorly-controlled puppet, turning towards him, her vibrant spring-green eyes flat and unfocused; Kakashi's jaw tightens with sickening fury and fear and he boxes those up as well, crooning and calling his little apprentice to him with gentle hands - he's kept her whole the years since she was entrusted to him, he'll be damned if he'll let this be what breaks her.