"I don't know." The words were as quiet as he could make them, and though he tried, he could not keep the panic from leaking into his voice as he pressed close to Evie just as she did the same. She was clever, better with her wand than most others and Damien, though not as well versed in spells was quick on his feet and in his thoughts. Together he was sure they could protect each other and keep safe. Smart, he needed to be smart - He thought briefly of Rorie, his mind wondering how her crafty mind would have dealt with this situation - but he soon banished the thought.

He needed to be thinking clearly.

The shouts of terror and panic sent a chill through his very core. He knew that voice, heard it practically every day. "Lux, oh, hell." He said. His heart was pounding in his chest. He needed to save her, get her away from those-those things, whatever they might be, but he was frozen on the spot, his feet planted firmly to the chamber floor as he warred with the more cowardly parts of his own self.

"W-we h-have to help-" He couldn't see Evie exactly but he turned to where he thought she was, hoping he would see in her eyes the conviction he so needed.