"It'll be fine," he assured her. Compared to some of the stuff he'd dealt with before, this was just a scratch. Although it wasn't exactly a very pleasant one. His arm was gonna be out of commission for a while, especially when it was doubled up with the hit he took earlier. Bruises and blood. How fun. He put a little bit of his weight on her as she helped him up, eyes moving over to look at the item that she was holding. He eyed it carefully, then his brows rose upward in recognition.
"The Aztecs used it to bring back the dead," Sam told her. "They thought that they could control them. Make their crops more sufficient, bring on the good luck. All that stuff." He glanced over at Heather. "Where'd you find that?"