"I'm sorry," she says once more, the words sounding far too small and ineffectual for the situation they're in. She chances a look back at the fighting, over her shoulder; what she sees makes her eyes go wide in fright and she looks away, shaken. "That must be the...what Sabrina had to use, I think it was holy. To work properly, I think it needed to be."

Rosie lifts the cloth, just for a moment, checking his wound for some sign--of improvement or deterioration, she's not sure. It looks just as bad as it had before, and she presses the cloth to his side again.