Enigma stared at Damien's hand, even though she couldn't see anything more then a vague outline, but she pressed against his hand, feeling as it healed, her head jerking up to stare at Damien, almost wanting to take a step...or several backwards.
This was all too much for her.
Thankfully, she was distracted by Eric and his fangs and choose the evil she knew rather well, hiding behind Damien again, crouching slightly even though she didn't need to, so that only the top of her head and her eyes were visible behind the man, trembling in-spite of herself. It was easier to be afraid, when she had someone there to protect her.
“Why don't you go nibble on someone willing,” she muttered, forgetting that Damien was willing, and thus she was the only one staging a protest over the event. Then again, Damien was hers, so she felt she had a right to protest, Damien's viewpoint be damned.