Lavender stepped away from Malachi upon Octavius’s request breathing out a sigh of relief that he was there to help. She took a few more steps away feeling uncomfortable in her own body at the moment. Her stomach hurt but she brushed it off as being stressed and her nerves being on the edge.
“It’s him,” Lavender nodded speaking softly. “Please don’t hurt Mal. If you can help it. We need to get rid of him for good.” There was no need to bring up the fact that she had failed earlier. It was obvious. But she had more faith in Octavius to do this then she had had in herself.