Melina just watched Damian, glancing at James and Penny. Her hands rested in the drained blood, her hands and her shins now covered with it as it continues to spread and flow into cracks and crannies. "Normally, letting this happen would be detrimental, when fighting a blood mage." She says this in an almost everyday tone, looking at Damian. "But I'm sure you've already figured that out, Mr. Swordman and Miss Firebug." She glances at Penny, before returning her gaze to Damian.
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Mayt rubbed the back of his head. "Hey, it's fine Sasha. Not like it hurts to check right? I bet she just has a few scratches at worst. But I guess it'd be good to know if I'm right about that. I guess we all have the right to freak out every once and a while." He wrapped an arm around Sasha gently. "I'd rather you say something and be sad, than you having to put up with all of it on the inside. And I'm sure Angelo feels the same." He casts a glare at Angelo to see if he nods or shakes his head, but Mayt's look indicates the correct answer would be to agree.