[ Dying at Rumplestiltskin's hand had never been a bonus, obviously, but it's this that he'd been trying to avoid. Killian ignores the ache in his chest in order to take her hand in his, fingers threading through hers and holding tight.

His breathing evens out quickly; more quickly than it might if she weren't here, offering support — and incentive to be better, cause her less worry. The small smile's to the same end, and even if it is a little weak, it isn't lacking for the usual charm. ]

I'll just put out an inquiry on the network, shall I? Missing heart. Red, glowing— incredibly striking, if a bit worn about the edges.