"It really hurts, she's so mean…" Damon's voice echoed with a hint of childish resentment.
"Dear, dear… don't worry, I'll make the pain go away," Sylvia whispered, her tone sweet as she smiled and began to heal him.
A soft white glow emerged in her palm, gently caressing Damon's cheek.
He shot Evangeline the occasional glance, each one deliberate and smug.
She rolled her eyes, while the rest of the party stared at Damon and Sylvia with dumbfounded expressions, clearly stupefied by the scene unraveling before them.
Leona could no longer keep quiet.
Sylvia's healing magic was potent—able to mend cracked ribs and shredded muscles—there was no way Evangeline's punch had actually done any real damage. It was obvious something else was going on here.
Sylvia was clearly using this moment to get close to Damon. Leona didn't want to read too deeply into it… but she couldn't hold her tongue anymore.
"Emmh… can you guys get a room…?"
