#devon1

Adrian Gwon: 

The power outage at work wasn't a surprise, but it certainly was an inconvenience. With the news saying they should remain indoors, it meant staying put until the weather cleared up. In any other circumstances, being stuck in the library would've been a godsend, but not so much when all the power was out and the darkened skies left no natural light coming in through the windows. Adrian sighed, not sure what he should do. He glanced around, seeing some of the other people stuck inside with him. "Soo... what should we do now?"

Devon Belmont:

there's an overwhelming sense of boredom as devon lays there, perched on top of one of the many tall bookshelves lining the floor of the library. why couldn't she have gotten ushered into vinyl resting place when the storm rolled in? why had it been the library? she has nothing against the place, honest. but there's no light and no impulse to sit down with a copy of tax law. it feels like detention. and she'd never even been in detention. but she's pretty sure it felt a whole lot like this. with a loud and weary sigh, she made very little show of moving from her spot. "wait it out? unless someone's got a board game stashed somewhere or feels like causing a little anarchy and raiding the vending machines."

Sara Min:

When Sara decided to head to the library for the day, she was definitely not expecting the storm to hit this hard. She had, luckily, left Binnie with her in-laws yet again. But then again, what else was new, right? When the lights were off, she let out a little yelp, quickly reaching up to covering her lips  to keep people from looking at her weirdly, but then again, there weren't many people there to begin with. "It's pouring out there." She looked out the big windows, although she couldn't see anything but the sound was--well--obvious. "I'd be okay with raiding the vending machines. Do you want anything, Adrian?"

Adrian Gwon:

There wasn't really anything to do in the library with the power out. At this point all he could do was make sure none of the important materials being held in the back were damaged. So the mention of anarchy left him with some cause for concern. "As long as it's only towards the vending machines..." He'd prefer not to get fired for vandalism in his workplace. "Um... some trail mix, maybe? Anything, really. Just try not to leave a big mess or else I'm going to get stuck cleaning it up later."

Witchy witch:

The shift in the weather was hitting everyone in their coven really hard, but they had been feeling it and it had been making them have visions of their past, of a time when things were nothing but violence and hatred. Of a time when they were hunted, outside of Nova Pangaea. A light groan of pain escaped their throat as a loud thunder rumbled through the roof, causing the windows to shake. "Can---" They turned to Adrian, hand covering their eyes to hide the tiredness. "You point me to the restroom? This storm is making me nervous." They, then turned to Devon. "Can I have something sweet too? My pressure might be dropping or something."

Devon Belmont:

"we're not gonna burn down the place, if that's what you're worried about." a grin flashes across her lips as she turns to look at him from atop the bookshelf. "i just figure if we're gonna be here a while, we might as well have some food to help pass the time." sitting up, devon swings her feet over the edge, eyes shifting to the other standing close to adrian. "uh, yeah. yeah we can do that." there's weariness to her posture, but she hopes it's not blindingly obvious. "you wanna go now?" she asks sara, bracing her hands against the top of the bookshelf and sliding herself from it. her feet thud against the floor, an echoing ring that reminds her how absolutely empty the building is.

Witchy witch:

 Their nod feels slow and it takes more effort to just remain standing as they look over their shoulder to where Adrian pointed out the bathrooms. Another crash of thunder echoes through the library and they wring their hands together to stop the tremors from being noticeable. "Th-Thank you," they murmur. They didn't want to think what the alternative was to it not being low blood sugar levels, but nothing about this felt normal. Their sluggish nature is what keeps them from rushing to the bathroom and they have to pause every few steps to stop their breath from catching. It was more than tiredness wracking their body, but the pain ebbing over them hadn't gotten to a point where they wanted help. This was something they could handle on their own for now.

Sara Min: 

"We're going to break the machine and throw chocolates at you, Adri." Sara joked. "Live off anarchy and things like that." Although a light chuckle escaped her lips, she was actually trying her best not to look as scared as she felt. The storm didn't seem like it would be going away soon, but at least, she knew that Woobin was at his grandparents' house, thus, being safe. "Yes, let's go." With a nod, she got up from her seat and met Devon by the door of the study area, so they could head to the vending machines. "Are you okay?" She asked the blonde, not knowing whether she was supernatural or not, but judging from the few supernaturals she'd been in touch throughout the week, it seemed like they were all being affected somehow. "You know--with all of this."

Witchy witch:

head pounding and stomach churning, they try and make their way to the restroom. the rattling windows and howling wind does little to satiate the growing emotions swelling inside of them. they had to get away. they had to find a safe place to hunker down. paranoia seeps in as they stagger away, finally managing to find their way inside the restroom. slipping down the tiled wall, hands shift to their ears, eyes clenched shut. yet the wind still screams and the rain still pours. nothing they do seems to make dealing with the growing itch of their power any easier.

Adrian Gwon:

The dry laugh gives away his belief that something as bad as that will actually happen. Maybe not so much on purpose, but the concern was real, and it didn't just fall onto the pair doing something by accident either. "Just don't do harm to the books please. I'd like to keep my livelihood," he called after them. As they walked away, Adrian's attention turned back to the other person that had been talking to them. They hadn't looked so well, and even now watching them go, it looked like they were struggling. Worried the storm might be a playing a part, he decided to go after them.

Witchy witch:

They could hear the storm calling out to them, giving them flashes of another life and how things were much more horrid. They wanted to scream, but couldn't. Their surroundings changed and it felt like they were back in that place of pain. Each thunder came with a flood of memories, vivid ones... to the point where they could even feel the pain inflicted on them back then. They had to get out... they needed to leave, or else--it would only get worse. Getting up from the floor with somewhat difficulty, they made their way to the sink, to splash some water on their face, but it was like they were stuck in a trance. Only when the door opened and they saw that face on the other side, was that they were able to somewhat get back to the present. "You scared me! Do you need to use it too? Goddess!" They huffed, quickly walking past Adrian as an attempt to get away from him, as well as the unwanted images that were back to haunt them.

Devon Belmont:

for the most part, devon retreats into her own mind. tries to calm the churn of her stomach and the rush of heightened blood through her veins. anxiety spikes with every passing moment and, to put it simply, she feels sick to her stomach. "hmm?" it's a reflex to the question, gaze turning briefly sideways. "oh -- yeah. yeah i'm fine." a pause (a long one). "i guess as fine as everyone can be right now." her hands itch and she shifts to stifle them, kneading her palm and wringing her fingers. it's a small, unconscious tick. "what about you?"

Witchy Witch:

Another flash of the storm, another flash of pain. Their mind was bogged of memories not of their own, their surroundings shifting into those in their head. No amount of mutterings or blinking helped clear away what they knew wasn't actually there. An exit. They needed an exit. It was the only clear thought still in their head. The empty hall they had been in suddenly formed into something else entirely in front of them. Screams of agony echoed around them and they covered their ears. Pain rippled through them and a groan of pain left their lips.

Sara Min:

Sara didn't know the petite blonde to say anything about her being really okay or not, so she just took Devon's word for it. "It's Devon, right? You work at the vinyl store. I keep meaning to stop by and add to my collection, but I haven't had much time lately. I'm Sara, by the way." It had always been easy for Sara to make friends, and she figured things wouldn't change in Astoria, so there she was, trying to be nice to everyone around her. "I'm definitely going in for a couple of Twix bars, what about you?"

Devon Belmont:

she straightens marginally when her name is said, flashing a small smile and nodding her head. "yeah. yeah that's my name." for the life of her, though, she cannot manifest the others. the awkwardness doesn't last long. "sara," the blonde replies, "i hate to say it but i wish we would've met on better circumstances." eyeing the machine for a moment, devon searched within her pockets for the potential outcome of spare change. "reese's or skittles. maybe starbursts."

Adrian Gwon:

Somehow he lost track of them and Adrian glanced around to see if he could spot them. Something seemed off, and it was more than just he storm making them uncomfortable. And if it was the Strawberry Moon affecting them, he wasn't sure if it was something they all needed to worry about. Deciding it might not be in the best interest to go looking for them without letting someone else know about his concerns, he went back to where he had been before Devon and Sara had left. He couldn't help but pace nervously and wonder if waiting instead of doing something was in everyone's best interest.

Sara Min:

"I don't think it's all that bad." Sara smiled. Devon didn't look that much younger than her, but she still looked young. It made her wonder if she was feeling overwhelmed with this storm or if she was just quiet. "I mean... yeah, it's bad, but at least we're safe in here, you know? It makes me wonder if there are people out there that can say the same." Sara chewed the inside of her cheek. Life could be very cruel sometimes. "Skittles... I can't believe the last time I ate Skittles. Glad to know we're on the same team here." She giggled, reaching the snacks machine. "I kind of feel bad for raiding it, but at the same time, it reminded me of my brother? He's far more spontaneous than me, I'll tell you that." 

Once the two had gotten enough snacks for themselves and everyone else, they returned to where Adrian and the other person were, Sara being the one to give them their snack, while Devon gave Adrian's. "One order of something sweet coming right up. Snickers are good to handle low blood pressure, so, here you go."

Witchy witch:

the passage of time seems nonexistent to them. all they can hear, all they can think about is the howling of wind and the thumping of rain against the glass. they sound like pellets and the panic swells even greater --- what if the windows shatter? what if this place that's supposed to be safe no longer is? hands shifted up to cover their ears and eyes clenched shut, they stew there in the hard wooden library chair, stomach seesawing. then someone's there in front of them --- there's a voice --- but all they register is the close proximity. panic swells. anxiety spikes. they do not know (or even remember) where they found the letter opener, just that it had made them feel safer.

they jump forward now, self-preservation heightened and roaring to life. the weapon sinks into something solid, yet before they can register, a loud howl of wind raps against the glass of the library's windows. it's the precipice of chaos that sends them over the edge. with a roar of panic and terror they release an uncontrollable wave of air that surrounds them and pushes outward. it's fueled by pure fear and protection.

Adrian Gwon:

Somehow he hadn't noticed them having come back until the other two arrived with some snacks. His attention turns towards Devon, momentarily surprised to see the other back as if nothing had happened. All he could think was, Maybe I was wrong about that. It made him reconsider even mentioning anything at all.

But then something weird happens all at once that Adrian can barely comprehend. His eyes widen at seeing them lunge forward towards Sara. No amount of rushing towards the pair stops the inevitable from happening and he can only let out a shocked gasp as they're all suddenly hit by a rush of air. He falters backwards, startled by whatever it was that just occurred. He glances back at Devon as he gets back his footing. "Are you okay?" he asks before looking towards Sara. "Did they--Was that them just now?"

Sara Min:

It all happened so fast that it took an extra moment for Sara to react to what had happened. The rushed movement causing her to drop the Snickers bar in her hands as she gasped. She didn’t feel pain at first, just a burning sensation in her abdomen, which, now thinking about it, could have been the blood that started soaking her shirt. A shaky hand flew to the wound, making the petite brunette stare in disbelief at her bloody fingers. Before she was able to say anything to anyone, Adrian was rushing to her side. 

“They—they stabbed me?” She looked at him, the realization that she had been stabbed, was bleeding and would not be able to leave the library to seek for help. “I—Adrian, I’m bleeding...”

Devon Belmont:

devon doesn’t see the moment when everything goes to shit, she just sees the aftermath. or, rather, feels it. the burst of wind is strong, enough to make her stagger back a few steps because — well. she’s not expecting the outburst. but ones she finds her feel and her eyes snap up, the blonde’s brain comprehends everything as quickly as it can. 

a flash of lightening illuminates the library and devon sees the red color of blood on sara’s hands and on her shirt. feel the instant and sudden surge of panic. “hey!” she shouts before her mind even registers what she’s doing. “hey, over here!” she waves her hand and sprints off to the side, away from both adrian and sara. there’s an impulse to draw the others attention away, to divert and protect. her hands frantically grab at books before she starts to throw them, aiming for the others head. maybe, just maybe, she’ll get in a lucky hit.

Witchy witch:

The wave of self-preservation spoke louder. Years of fear and abuse made them act before thinking, and as soon as the letter-opened had pierced someone else’s body, they were brought back to the present. In an act of pure desperation, their powers created a wild gush of air to keep people away from the duo. Pulling away, they let the letter opened fall to the floor, the sound echoing in their brain and forcing them to run away.

The voice following them was getting close, books hitting their back, until they reached the door and, again, used their powers to push it open. With the rain and the wind, it was almost impossible to see anything three feet ahead of them, but they ran. They ran as fast as they could.

Adrian Gwon:

Adrian hadn't seen the blood until she had pointed it out. The shock of it makes it difficult for him to comprehend it. It until the blood begins to bloom on her shirt that his brain kickstarts into action. He puts an arm around Sara. "You need to sit down--or lie down," he rushes out to say. "W-We need to put pressure on it to stop the bleeding." Statistics about how much blood a person could lose before being in critical condition ran through his head; the next being that they needed medical assistance if they couldn't get the bleeding to stop.

Knowing they weren't the only people trapped in the library, he started to yell out for help. "Help! We need help! Someone's hurt!" Hopefully someone would be of better assistance than he would be.

Devon Belmont:

there’s a relief in seeing the other run. while devon hasn’t wanted to hurt them outright, they had attacked first. her brain could process the why later, and probably with an apology about a few well placed book throws. but in the next few seconds they’re gone — furthering her guess that self preservation had played a large role in the attack in the first place. powers and emotions were haywire, proof enough as the thundering of blood through her veins was enough to almost drown out the wail of wind and rain. 

the call for help splits through her adrenaline like a knife and devon’s at the their side in an instant, eyes splitting between the blood spreading across sara’s shirt and around. while she’s sure there are others within the building, she’s not sure how many of them could actually help. with the realization comes an itch at the tips of her fingers. a rush of electricity through her veins. “it’s okay,” she says, looking to adrain. her voice wavers slightly, but not with fear. with adrenaline. “it’s okay,” she says again, this time to sara and as the words leave her lips she shakes out her fingers. clenches and unclenches her hands. “everything’s going to be okay.”

Sara Min:

For someone who had been—slightly neglecting her baby for the last two months or so, Sara’s first thought was dying and not being able to see him grow up, just like Moonbin. “I—I have a baby, Adrian! I can’t—I have... I have to go to a hospital!” She practically pleaded as she held onto him, slowly easing herself to the floor. Although, deep down, she knew she wouldn’t die right away, fear and adrenaline made Sara blow things out of proportion, making her get scared of her own demise... maybe having lost her husband in such a sudden way was also adding up to her nerves. 

When Devon approached them, saying she’d be okay, that was probably what triggered the tears. No one said that unless things were serious, right? “Guys, I have to go...” She said in between breaths, “I have to see my baby... I—i know I haven’t been a good mom lately, but I need to see him...”

Adrian Gwon:

It was his first time seeing this much blood. His gaze flitted back and forth between Sara and her wound. Hearing her words made it all the more scary. He didn't want her to panic, but he wasn't doing that well with trying to remain calm either. You weren't supposed to make promises you couldn't keep, but what did you do when you didn't know what was going to happen? The windows rattled from the wind, a bad reminder that they couldn't safely leave. "I know. I know. But we need to stop the bleeding, Sara." 

Devon showed up beside them after he had yelled for help. He doesn't understand why she thinks everything will be okay. He doesn't try to feel overwhelmed with worry when Sara started to cry about her child. "How--What are we going to do?" he asks Devon.

Devon Belmont:

in moments like these devon's thankful she's as impulsive and reckless as she is. if she weren't, her brain would be overtaking her instincts. and to think right now would be to become complacent. blood was nothing new to her --- growing up with her brothers had introduced her to it long ago. and healing, well. she'd seen her fair share of injuries. afterwards, she'll have to talk to her brother about how afraid she is of becoming numb to situations like these. who is she, really, if she can think perfectly well through chaos?

"sara, i need you to calm down, okay?" she tries to keep her voice level and calm. "adrian, just keep talking to her. see if you can keep her calm." devon rings her hands for a moment, shaking loose the invisible static and anxiety she feels prickling through her fingertips before kneeling next to the other. "breathe with me, okay? everything's going to be okay." one of her hands shifts forward, rests against the side of sara's face. fingertips at the hairline at the base of her neck, palm against her cheek, thumb resting just above her ear. the other shifts down to her bleeding side and --- devon inhales and exhales slowly, nodding her head to encourage sara to do the same. "everything's going to be okay," she says, eyes shifting close as she slips into concentration. "i promise."

Sara Min:

With everyone telling her to calm down, it almost felt like Sara couldn’t do it. Her rational side was honestly dormant, that was the only possible reason for her to be feeling this overwhelmingly emotional. “I know I told him I didn’t know how to be his mommy... but I don’t want to leave him.” She confessed to Adrian. It was true what they said—that confessing your deepest thoughts was easier to a stranger. “He already has no dad, I—I have to do better, Adri. I can’t leave him... I need to go to a hospital or something.” 

Then, Devon told her to calm down again, when Sara was moving her body to try and stand up, only to be met with a sharper pain in her abdomen, which made her wince as she held tightly onto Adrian’s arm. “I don’t want to die...” The realization came to her in that moment of desperation. For the last year or so, she had been toying with the idea, but now, when actually hurt, Sara couldn’t do it. Not that she would die immediately... it would take long hours for her to actually bleed out, but, again, she wasn’t being rational. 

The hand against her neck felt warm, almost as if it was meant to soothe her, which actually managed to do so. The breathing helped, too. Devon being the one to manage to calm her down and breathe along with the blonde. There was a warm, tingling sensation on her abdomen. It wasn’t unpleasant nor painful, just—different. Numbing. Was it magic?

Adrian Gwon:

Okay, okay, he could try doing that. Hopefully. He tried to think of some random fact he could share, but Sara beat him to starting a conversation. What he wasn't prepared for, aside from everything else going on, was her concerned confession. His brows furrow, expression softening at hearing it. He chanced a glance at Devon, but she was focused on something else. "It's going to be okay, Sara. You're going to be okay. We're not going to let anything happen to you and then you can go see your son," he tried to reassure. Putting his hand over hers in what he hoped was somewhat comforting, he added, "And Two-thirds of all parents feel the way you're feeling according to most statistics. But you love your son, right? And you're doing the best you can for him. I think that's the only thing parents can do..." 

His gaze slid back over to Devon as she got Sara to turn attention back over to her. The other woman seemed to slip into a trance of concentration and he watched her movements over Sara. Was it magic she was performing? He didn't dare ask in that moment though. Not if it meant ruining their chances of helping Sara get through this.

Devon Belmont:

the world around her fades in a split second. the moment the connection is made, devon is tethered. she's not expecting the instant twist deep in the pit of her stomach, nor the sudden, overwhelming, exhaustion. there's a burning in her lungs, air turns to ash in her mouth. when she speaks, a low muttered incantation of latin, heat ebbs at her palms. she had stumbled into her powers as a child. unknowing. unexpected. by accident. and even now, after years of study and practice, her emotions still ruled. she'd been told that's what made her an excellent prospect. that the connection with one's self was intrinsic to the art of healing. but if that's the case, devon's not sure if she'll ever become a master of it.

she was uncontrollable. unrelenting. even now selflessness eats away at her. she will give and give and give without restraint, because that is who she was. the bond she's formed with sara exactly that --- a link. so when the blonde starts to will the other's body to heal, well, that pain and torment has to be placed somewhere else. devon welcomes it with a firm clench of her jaw and an unwavering in her incantations. by the end of it (the entire process feels longer than it usually does) devon's breathing is ragged and sweat pours down her face.

her eyes blink open and she withdraws. the tear in sara's shirt is still there, as is the blood. but the others skin is unmarred. devon sits back on her heels and drops her head. braces a hand against the floor to steady herself. her shirt is soaked. a strand of hair sticks to her face. she tastes blood in her mouth. "see?" devon says, voice grating against her throat but she offers a weak smile regardless of the clench in her gut and the spinning in her head. "told you it'd be okay."

Sara Min:

From the moment Devon started working on her, Sara couldn't feel much. The numbness on her wound also being good enough to calm her down, thus making her loosen her grip on Adrian's arm. She blinked the tears that were clouding up her eyes, breathing in and out just like she had been instructed--like she was still being instructed. There was something different about this whole thing--like... like a connection with Devon somehow. Although she couldn't see or hear anything about the other woman's life, she could definitely feel things. Emotions.

One last breath left her lips and that was it. No pain, no agony, no stress--it was almost like nothing had happened, which made Sara feel silly for being so nervous and desperate about not wanting to die. "I--" She smiled, easing herself up to a sitting position. "Thank you." Again, the tears welling up her eyes. That had been Sara's first and probably only contact with magic. It sucked that it had been in such odd terms. She noticed how Devon seemed a little out, so she reached forward, brushing the blonde's hair away from her face. "Hey, are you okay? Adrian, go get her some water." She said, before tugging Devon closer. "Do you need to lay down?"

Adrian Gwon:

The amount of relief Adrian felt as the color returned to Sara's face and she managed to sit back up was immense. He had only watched the effects take place, but there was still a sense of awe in its aftereffects. "And you're okay? Everything's okay now?" he asked, eyeing both of the women. But as his gaze landed on Devon, he noticed what Sara had.

He shuffled to his feet at the request, nodding, before heading behind one of the library counters. He quickly headed towards the staff room, hoping to find some leftover water bottles still in the fridge. Fortunately he managed to find a few and grabbed them before heading back. "Here," he said, offering one to Devon and then to Sara. He crouched back down beside them. "Are you okay? Should I try to get something else for you?"

Devon Belmont:

“everything’s okay now,” she confirms. or, rather, it would be. the toll it took to heal varied with the injury and it had been a long time since devon had healed something so sever. in a way she’d almost forgotten the sledgehammer headache and the phantom pain of sharing such a wound. but that seems to be the irony of her powers. she’d be reminded one way or another.

when adrian leaves to fetch water devon turns her head, tries to discreetly hide the blood she spits from her mouth. “I’ll be okay,” she nods, small smile creasing her lips out of reflex. “just need to sleep it off.” she takes the water offered to her, drinking half the bottle in four large gulps. the blondes jaw clenches a few moments later, hand shifting to her side. she knows there’s no physical injury, but her mind tells her that there should be. it hurts like lightening.

Sara Min:

When Adrian left, Sara moved closer to the blonde, feeling bad for having put her through something like that. Her mother instincts finally kicked in, so all she wanted to do was take care of Devon, make sure she'd get home okay after this storm had died down a little. She did not look fine... "Hey, look at me." Sara furrowed her brows, watching as Devon's hand moved to the same spot that the letter opened had been a few moments ago. Her brows shot up, quickly moving her own hand there in search for blood. "Devon, I--" No blood. Not on her shirt at least. "Was this your first time doing that?"

Sara motioned her head towards the nearest wall, looking at Adrian. "Help me with her..." She moved so she had her back resting against that wall, then patted on her thighs, inviting Devon to come closer. "Come here. We'll wait until the storm dies down a little and then we'll take you to a hospital, okay? Are you sure you just need sleep?" Again, Sara averted her attention to Adrian. "Do you have your car? And can you check if the wifi is working to see if there are news of the storm and when to expect it to end?"

Adrian Gwon:

He wanted nothing more than for the both of them to be alright. This wasn't the way he thought his day would go and this was the last time he wanted it to happen while he was working. Doing what Sara asked, Adrian helped with getting Devon situated against the wall. Trying to ease the tense situation they'd been in, he said to Devon, "Remind me to ask you to explain to me what you just did when we get out of here."

"Yeah, I do," he replied. Adrian patted his pockets until he found his phone. Unlocking it, he searched for any news reports on Astoria's storm status. Most of it were more reminders to stay inside, a few others being some incidents that had been reported since the storm's arrival. "No there isn't.. What should we do? Wait for a break and head to a hospital? Or chance it now?" He didn't want them to be in any more danger than they had already been through, but their safety was more of a concern now.

Devon Belmont:

"nah, not the first," she shakes her head. "just haven't healed something that serious in a little bit, is all. i'll be okay, though. it's fine." there's a strong urge to insist that she's okay. to graciously refuse the help and handle it herself. and she almost does. at least marginally so. devon does concede, taking a spot against the wall. there's a moment where she turns internal --- focuses on her breathing, steadies her heart, regains her composure. pain isn't anything new to her, which just means she can deal with it easier than most.

"honestly," she pips up, lifting her head. "it's not a big deal. like i said, i just need to sleep it off. there's... no point in taking me to a hospital. it'll work itself out." the storm still wailed outside, rain rapping against the glass windows of the library. "i can text my brother once the storm dies down a bit. he'll come and get me." the blonde turns to sara, "so you can go see your son."

Sara Min:

Sara nodded slowly, still trying to figure out if she should trust Devon's words or simply go with her gut, but, given the fact that the blonde probably knew what she was doing--and way better than Sara did, so she let it go. "Hey..." She turned her head to look at Devon. "Thank you." She paused, reaching for the blonde's hand and gently squeezing it. "I mean it. You saved my life. You're a hero, kid. Thank you." She swallowed hard, before looking at Adrian. 

"Let's wait it out. I don't think we're safe out there... we'll just look out of each other, other? Make sure nothing happens to us."

Adrian Gwon:

He had to take Devon's word on it that she was going to be okay. Even with his underlying concerns, telling her otherwise wasn't exactly his place, nor could he say he understood her capabilities as a witch. He was just glad she had been able to save Sara from bleeding out.