Ariana’s POV
My head was pounding and I could barely register anything except for my heavy and uneven breathing.
“Where are you, Damon?” I sighed, conflicting emotions I’d been trying to push away overwhelming me once again as I walked.
Even though I administered first aid to Fenrir, I didn’t like any second of it.
My hands stained with the blood of someone I knew, fixing injuries caused by hands that I recognized by touch.
“Ariana!” That was Sigil calling frantically from behind me.
I paused, turning back. He’d been running to keep up with me.
“You should be with the others.” I said.
He sighed, “I know, but I can’t let you do this on your own. You don’t look too good and I’m sure you don’t feel any better either. A little company won’t hurt.”
I wanted to tell him that I was fine, that there was nothing to worry about and I could ‘handle it’ but—I was just so exhausted.
“Alright.” I said.
