Helen POV
Scott was lying on the ground with a pale face and faint breathing. His skin was bruised, and a thin line of blood ran up his forehead. I crouched next to him and used my sleeve to gently wipe away the blood, my heart hurting.
"Scott," I said in a tremulous murmur. "I apologize. I didn't intend for this to occur.
He smiled slightly, wearily, and his eyelids twitched. "Helen, you're all right. That is all that is important.
My eyes pricked with tears. "Scott, I am to blame for this. Due to my strength... and my connection to Leoric.
With a feeble cough, he reached for my hand. "This isn't what you asked for."
With guilt pressing down on me like a boulder, I shook my head. However, Scott, I brought it here. Perhaps we wouldn't be in this situation if I hadn't used that authority.
He tightened his hold on my hand. "Helen... I have faith in you. I'm confident you'll make the right decision.
