Genevieve was about to protest being picked up, but she couldn't quite muster up the strength. The movement did, however, make her gasp in pain. She grit her teeth, suddenly feeling very uncomfortable. She was being held by a demon. She would never hear the end of this. She was also showing him her weaknesses. She struggled a little, but his grip was strong. Her vision began to blacken a little. No doubt from the head injury she had just endured. SO she was forced to just lay limp in his arms. 

She had two options with this: let her head hang uncomfortably [i]or[/i] lean it against his chest. Neither option seemed appealing. She gave in as the whole hanging her head thing was harming her skull. She leaned against his chest and closed her eyes. She sort of fell asleep until she heard surprised gasps coming from somewhere. Had Alissa and Josh shown him the way to the safe house? That was a bad idea. She tried to force her eyes open, but was unsuccessful. She could hear feet shuffling and people maneuvering around her. 

"What happ-!?!" Was that Adam? More muffled yells and such. She could then feel herself being yanked from the demon's arms. Her face contorted in pain even though she couldn't open her damn eyes. More yells as someone was dragged away. Genevieve lost consciousness once more until her head hit a soft pillow.She didn't awaken for hours and when she did she opened her eyes to a worried Josh, Alissa, and Adam. They were all staring at her, "What!?" She said grumpily as she attempted to sit up. They all stood quickly yelling at her not to move to much.

"You've got a lot of injuries, Genevieve. You shouldn't be going out and fighting things when that demon is wearing those cuffs! Your power is draining into it in order to keep his from surfacing." Adam scolded her.

Genevieve turned a glare on the man, "Like I totally didn't think we'd run into stone [i]monsters[/i] from hell Adam!" He was seriously pissing off the woman. Doing so usually was a bad idea, but she was kinda helpless at the moment. "I just need rest. Can't do that with you bubbling idiots in the room." They both left. Genevieve fell asleep once more and did not awaken until the next morning. She could still feel the wounds, but not as badly as the day before. Most of them had likely healed already. She still felt a pounding in her head and a pressure in her chest though. The two more extensive wounds would take more than a night's rest to heal up. 

After finding a new outfit for her to wear (She seriously needed to get some magical gear or something. She added it in as a mental side note) she headed downstairs. Everyone was eating as she walked in and all conversation stopped as they noticed her. "What?! AM I supposed to let a little injury list get in the way of our celebration?! One Relic down four more to go!" she yelled triumphantly. They all agreed in a chorus of yells. She chuckled and began to head downstairs. Adam met with her in the elevator, "The Relic has been placed in a safe box that shrinks down to size." He handed it to her in a small pouch. She emptied the pouch into her hand. It was the size of an M&M! "Just don't lose it, buttercup." he grumbled, "The word to get it back to full size is [Figure that out later. To lazy]." He left the elevator before the doors closed. 

Genevieve placed the pouch in her pocket as she walked into the dungeon. Damien was in his cell. "So. You knew where the first relic was. Surely you must know where the second one is." She hoped she wouldn't have to resort to torture this time. Last time had been so pleasant. Just a tiny bit of threats and the demon sang like a canary. It was kind of odd now that she thought of it. Was he that much of a wimp?