He looks dazed, and that's why Wukong is sprinting over toward Emil with whatever energy he has left. Not that it takes mana to move with purpose, but having used most of it just to get through the soldiers to make it to this relatively safe place... well, he's lucky to be here.

Using his jacket as a makeshift rain guard, he hastily reaches out to hang it over the both of them and guide Emil over to an overhang where he had been resting only moments before. He has no shame using clothes, including mandated uniforms, as makeshift bandages and other necessary things.

Finally getting to a place where the rain or wind falls hard on either of them, he slumps against the wall. His tail, wrapped in scraps of cloth, is bent in an awkward fashion.

"... I'd ask if you're okay, but I'm pretty sure we're both feeling the same way."