Sylvia bit her lips, watching Damon's bleeding arm—or rather, the stump of ripped bone where his arm had once been.
She rushed to his side, pressing her hand over the bleeding wound. Damon let go of his sword and placed a hand on her arm.
"Don't…" he muttered, his voice strained, his teeth gritted as he looked at Evangeline. "If you guys use your magic, you'll give our location away..."
Matia gritted her teeth. "You're bleeding—you won't last like that."
Sylvia shook her head. "I don't care... I just need—"
"No," Damon said, his voice hoarse. "If you heal me, the light will summon them here... and we all die..."
Evangeline lowered her head, feeling so pathetic, so weak, so foolish. She hated how she couldn't do anything...
Leona clenched her fist. "If we opened the door, we could get your arm. We can reattach it with magic... We still have some low-level healing potions left from the Beldam's Nest."
