She certainly looked hurt. How long exactly had she been out there? Most importantly, was that was what would happen to them if they stayed?
"We're on our way there." Jefferson nodded along with Damon, moving to Pinkie's other side just in case she was about to slump in either direction. There it was again. That little soft spot for girls who looked like they were too young to be in this place, reminding him of his daughter...
After a small shudder at the thought of Grace being here, he erased it from his mind. "We'd better get a move on. The sooner we get there, the sooner you can rest, and we can get out of the open for anything else to come along our way." Damon could say what he wanted. This wasn't any place where any of them had been before, so the rules from their homelands probably wouldn't apply here.
Jefferson had been beheaded before and he was sure that if that happened here, he'd die this time.