Flinching as he failed his first attempt at getting up she put a hand on his arm to help steady him in his second attempt. Her pale jade eyes filled with worry as she watched him. A rush of fear passed through her as she felt as though she might have failed in fully healing him. Lissa hadn’t thought about the fact that sometimes when you move quickly after anything really slightly painful there could be a headdress, no she focused on his expression and worried at once only holding off trying to heal him more as she figured he was sitting he would be okay.
“It doesn’t matter.” Lissa said once he was actually sitting up right, her hand still on his arm. She knew she should move her hand but she was worried still and felt like if she had some kind of connection she could keep him safe, keep him okay. It was stupid, she didn’t even know if he was a good guy or a bad guy. All she really knew was that he looked like Damon but was far from it.
“Hero?” She asked blinking, confused, clearly caught off guard by the comment. She wasn’t a hero, she just wasn’t. She wasn’t someone who rushed into burning buildings or faced down danger every day, no. She was just a girl who was in the right place at the right time and saw something she could do something about. Lisa’s self worth had taken such a huge hit over the last few months that she never saw herself as much more than a college student who lost a lot.
“Okay.” She said trying to think about how to explain anything at all. “First, I’m Lissa, you are?” She asked trying really hard to delay the conversation that she knew was coming quickly. How did someone explain anything? How did she explain the fact that she needed to find a feeder soon? She couldn’t. She’d handled worse. She could handle explaining to him what was happing right?
Before he even got a full chance to tell her who he was. “Okay.” She started. “I’ll tell you…” After a short hurt smile she continued. “Basically, you’ve been brought here by some sort of magic that I don’t really understand, they call it the seal.” Lissa told him. “It’s bringing people from different worlds and dropping them in the grave yard here, we are Kansas. I don’t know if they have Kansas where you are from, but we’re in Lawrence, Kansas… Are you hungry? Why don’t I get you to the bunker, we can get you something to eat and drink, a change of clothing something safe…” Lissa said feeling almost like her younger half sister Jill as she rambled. The reminder hurt as she thought about the lack of family she had here.