Relief washed over Rakka as she saw Raye's weapon freeze, and eventually move away from the downed man. She'd wanted the mafia men to get their just desserts after what they'd done to the coffee shop, and especially now that they attacked her, but killing... it wasn't something she was prepared for. She'd hurt them, sure, but going past that almost scared her.

But, at last, they were the last two standing; they were bruised and battered and sore, but they were still standing. The alley was a mess now, Rakka's jacket completely destroyed, although she still had her hat and her staff. At this point, she didn't care about hiding her wings, she just wanted to go home.

"..." She stared at Raye's hand for a moment, reaching out for it with her own, showing a scrape up her arm from where she landed on the asphalt. She took it and stepped forward, embracing the other girl.

"Thank you..." She said quietly, her body shaking with quiet sobs. "Y-you saved me..."