Damien flashes her a brittle smile, the expression carrying that same fuck you sentiment, and hobbles away. Dylan glances between him, the melting Croatoan, and -- well, it would be back again, back to Damien, but he's already lost track of him, impossibly. He can only assume he used some magic, some spell to speed his getaway. Either way, he swears.

"Shit."

He would have liked to found a way of keeping Damien from getting away and becoming a thorn in their side again, sometime later.