His magic didn't seem to work. In fact, the wound seemed to grow bigger and Eden's eyes rolled back in her head as she passed out, going limp.
He cursed lightly, picking her up gently and taking her to his bed, laying her down with care. He got a cloth, dabbing at her forehead gingerly.
She seemed small in sleep, curling up instinctively. Her gash didn’t seem to be getting better, and her face was growing rapidly paler,