"Oddly, given the choice, I don't want blood on any of my clothes. I've always been much cleaner than that." Though it's not a time for jokes like this, and he knows it.

It's why he shifts as she lays next to him, making room even as he moves to slide his arm around her and pull her in closer. His frown deepens then though, hugging her a bit tighter.

"She's going to be okay," he whispers softly, stroking his hand along her back. "We'll make sure of that." And he had every faith in that because losing her was not an option. There just was no chance of that in his mind. He couldn't let it happen. None of them could.

He shakes his head, listening to what happened. "We have to find out what they used before they strengthen it and hit again." They had barely escaped this time. If they made it any stronger, they would be down for the count.

Kissing him back tenderly, his fingers brushing through her hair. "Hey, I'm okay. That's what matters, okay?"