Eden's hand was shaking and she placed it next to the injury. "Uh... Briar, you're better at restoration magic than I am." He frowned and put his hand on his torso, his hand glowing with magic. Eden moved to brush Sam's hair off his face subconsciously, her gaze obviously distracted. "Is it working? Is it healing?" Briar looked up for a moment and his gaze fell on them before he looked back down. "I think so, but there's only so much I can do."
"I was the reason so many pixies died, Eden. My school, all my aspirations, are based off of murder of another species. You hate me." He shook his head. "I'm not familiar with anything anymore."
"I don't hate you," she scolded, glaring at him. "You're just an ass." She looked over at Briar, her brow furrowed. "We should get him to the Glen."
"Barely," she muttered, looking down at him with a slightly softer gaze. "Briar, can you get the wings back to the Glen? I'll take Sam." Briar hesitated before nodding slightly. "Okay. Okay."
Briar came over and gave her a kiss before going around behind the wagon, extending his hand as his Enryli flowed from his hand. Eden frowned and took Sam's hand. "Are you still afraid of heights?"
He would feel a warmth spread in his chest before the ground left from underneath him. Eden's hand remained in his.
They flew for a while before he was set gently on a bed, a pillow that felt as if it could be made of clouds under his head. Hands, not Eden's, pressed over his wound and a warmth would begin to spread through his body, comforting at first, but soon growing to be overwhelming.
