"In saving a life, we renew hope within lost souls."}
Ma's voice rang out, sharp and cold, and a wave of relief washed over me at the sound. I turned to her, seeing her silhouette framed by the dim light. She took in the sight of Dante's unconscious form without a word, her sharp eyes flicking from him to me. Then she kneeled beside him, her movements swift and efficient, like she'd done this a thousand times before.
"I sensed he was in danger; that is why I rushed over," she said, her tone a mixture of annoyance and concern, but there was no judgment in it. I didn't have the energy to argue. I just nodded, my throat tight with the weight of everything.
Her hands moved over Dante's side, examining the wound. Her fingers worked quickly, but there was a trace of worry on her face that I couldn't ignore. He's losing too much blood," she said, her voice low but urgent. "We don't have much time. We need to move"
