As they were swept away, and into the wall, Trunks had curled more around her. Head bent against her own, arm tight at her waist and other along her back up to her shoulder. Aura flaring, and it only helped keep it from being ice--but still cold. Holding his own breath, eyes closed when they hit the wall, and then he floated.

The roar was leaving, lessening, and it was lowering, down from their shoulders to now along their waists. Lowering still, and he breathed, and still held her tight, still kept them suspended in the air with the energy of his ki flaring around them.