Without a moment's hesitation, Evan Orwell gritted his teeth and pushed himself up, using the momentum to stand.
"Let me heal you."
He said softly.
He reached out to untie the bandage on her shoulder.
Seraphina Caldwell instinctively took a step back, avoiding his hand with her shoulder.
"No rush, Wyatt Yardley has already dealt with it."
She paused, her gaze slowly shifting to Gideon Larkin and Isaac Vaughn, who were sitting nearby.
Their condition was obviously worse than hers.
"You just recovered."
Seraphina continued.
"You should check on them first. Their injuries are more severe. Once they're healed, we can set off sooner."
These words sounded logical and reasonable.
But in reality, Seraphina had another plan.
She knew that Evan's spiritual power was limited.
Rather than exhausting his strength, it was better to prioritize maintaining the more combat-capable Beast Husband.
As for herself…
