[Once Hiyori is close enough, Yato latches onto her in a firm hug, relief washing over him. She's okay... that's what matters here. He's a god, and he's made of ice currently. He can withstand it, this pain. It's nothing he hasn't suffered worse than before. Though the sharp stabs that happen as he breathes makes him gasp now and then. Gradually, he releases her in order to sit back, eyes closing.]

I know. I'll be fine. Just... give me a minute. Or three.

[He pets her head, finding comfort in the gesture and the softness of her candy fur.]

A little... But no-- I don't want you going anywhere alone in case you end up getting rained on. It's too risky. Um... How about-- [He looks around, glancing back to where the yetis are.] Can you get some snow? And pack it in the gashes? Maybe that'll help.

[By acting as a sort of bandage since he's made of ice. At least, that's the theory he's working off of here. It beats trying nothing.]