Phantasos was usually much friendlier looking and cheerful than he felt right now. It was a mixture between the atmosphere and the need to make everyone safe. He visually inspected her as he moved the flashlight over her to make sure she looked fine, but the sight of blood made him frown. "You're hurt," he said, holding back the anger he felt building up. "Did someone do this to you?"
He shook his head, "That's exactly what the Darkness wants you to think. But you're fine now and I'm going to take you to see your sisters. Alright?"