Tink gasped, fluttering backwards some as Enigma began to shift and try to get out of the bed, seeming to struggle.
Tink did the only thing she really knew how to do, flying fast around the body of the woman, sprinkling her body with pixie dust, which would enable her to fly if she remembered the rules.
Of course, now that Timmy had alerted Bruce he would be up there in an instant and would definitely be against Enigma leaving. Friend or no friend. She was in no shape to go rescue anyone.