Meryn was startled out of her panic by the feeling of warm hands circling around her wrists. It wasn't often that she was touched. She blinked up to see Lily's face, scratched up and bloody but no less gentle for it. Meryn's breath hiccuped in her throat as she tried to get a handle on her frantic breathing. Lily cooed soothing words at her, [i]'just a little blood.'[/i] Meryn's eyebrows pulled together and she began shaking her head, but Lily had already released her and turned to Emma. 

Meryn shrank back, away from Lily almost immediately. Her arms curled in around her middle as she tried to make herself small, scared eyes still on Lily's back. It [i]wasn't[/i] just blood. It was infected. Deadly. And what if Meryn was infected now too? She –

Spook's mask turned to face her, immediately capturing Meryn's attention. Glassy eyes stared at her and for a moment the image of a half-formed face, sick with tar black crystals flitted through her mind. She could end up like that.

His muffled voice reached her, oddly heavy. Meryn raised an incredulous eyebrow at his question because… seriously? All she'd [i]done[/i] on this trip was get injured. Her entire body ached, some places more severely than others. Blood was still drying on her shirt. But the wood demon hadn't gotten at her, if that was what Spook meant. Meryn shook her head at him. 

Then a robot came rolling up. Because of course it did.