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Alyhana dropped to her knees beside him before the ash had even settled. Her breath hitched, and her hands were already glowing faintly with magic as she hovered over his chest.
"You—you came..." she whispered, voice cracking. "I thought—I thought you were—"
She blinked fast, trying to wipe her eyes with the back of her sleeve while still healing him. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, Xander, I shouldn't have... I didn't know it wasn't really her, I should've stayed—"
Xander winced, flinching slightly when her magic brushed over a bruised rib.
"Alyhana—"
"I messed everything up," she kept going, panic bubbling up. "I left you and Iris and then the monster, Maia...whatever it was, it...if you hadn't shown up—"
He grabbed her wrist gently and her magic flickered out instantly.
"Hey," he said, not unkindly. "Breathe."
She swallowed hard and blinked at him, wide-eyed and shaking. "But, your arm...it's—"
"I'm fine," he muttered. "I'm healing weirdly faster than usual."
