Daimon realized after he'd said it that he'd spoke to soon. Things were okay now, meaning she was alive and-- "No, you didn't kill anyone." Wanda still didn't have her soul, and at some point Daimon was going to have to go to Mephisto to get it. A lot could happen between now and then. But for now, at least, she could take solace in the fact that she hadn't ruined or taken anyone's life. "You did do a number on the demon that possessed you, though," he tried at comforting her again, the corner of his mouth twitched in a wry smirk for a brief moment. He cleared his throat and sat down next to her on the bed. "What do you remember?" he asked carefully.