Supposedly, the tunics resist pressure as far down as the bubble, but that doesn't account for being swept into objects. I would not call it safe down there.

[He's glad Rin's practicing caution, even if it seems to tax him, holding back when there are others in danger. Or, perhaps, it's something else.

The helplessness of being unable to do more, of having to acknowledge yourself a potential casualty if you tried to anyway.

No, perhaps that's closer to what's prompted the averted eyes of a man who is somehow ashamed of his inaction. Kid shifts, too, until he can slip his arms over the half-demon's shoulders in a gentle embrace, pressing his brow against his.]

You are making a good decision, Rin. There are still things you can do here.