Simon blinked, trying to bring the face above him into focus.
Black hair hung beside his cheek. A pair of golden eyes watched him, and a hand supported his shoulder.
"Lilith?"
His voice scraped against his throat.
He tried to sit up. Pain spread through his head, forcing him to stop halfway. Only then did he notice her other hand resting above his heart.
His demonic energy was moving steadily beneath her palm. Injured pathways were repairing themselves instead of straining under the uneven flow of demonic energy.
She had been keeping him alive.
"Thank you," he said quietly.
"You're welcome. Try to stay awake this time."
Simon lowered his gaze to her hand. He remembered the sword descending, then the impact against his mental barrier. After that, there was nothing.
"What happened?" she asked.
He opened his mouth, but no explanation came.
