Reya's POV
"Momma!" someone screamed blitzing by me to head for the banshee. It was Kivo, he was awake.
"She's wounded child, refrain from being rough on her," Umbra noted, watching the child with eagle eyes to ensure minimum damage was done.
"What happened to her?" I asked when I reached them.
"The bloody mage redirected my sword and it fell upon her," Ramul sighed. "I should have attacked him in some other way."
"It was not your fault brother," I sighed, dropping a hand on his shoulder. "So what do we do now?"
"We need to take her to a mage who would heal her," Umbra suggested, taking up the banshee in her arms. "For now, that's the only solution I can see to this whole thing."
"Okay," I agreed, dropping Ramul's sword to the ground. "Let's go then."
Umbra zipped off carrying the banshee with Ramul and Enzo backing her up.
"Are you coming?" Aaron asked to which I nodded.
