With a weak pull on Sylvan's arm, she managed to get his attention. Leaning closer, Sylvan's voice softened. "What is it, sweet Eva?"
Eva's voice was barely a whisper, fraught with urgency. "T-take me out of... here!"
Iclyn, overhearing, couldn't resist a mocking tone. "Oh, is that what you want? Believe me, sweet Eva, I've been trying to get him to take you out of here."
Her use of the nickname Sylvan had given her felt taunting, adding to Eva's distress.
Sylvan shot a frustrated glance at Iclyn, a silent plea for her to stop.
"What?" Iclyn demanded, feigning innocence. "What's wrong with that?"
Sylvan shook his head, clearly exasperated, and focused on Eva. "I'll get you out of here, Eva. Just hang on a little longer."
As Sylvan carefully cradled Eva in his arms, he prepared to leave once Iclyn had finished channeling her healing powers.
However, his movements were abruptly halted when Xylon stepped into his path, his presence radiating a cold, commanding authority.
