"No.. It's not okay.." She mumbles. She keeps her paws pressed to the wound, feeling the blood flow slowing. Though, she could feel that he was slipping away, slowly, which made a light sob run through her. "I'm not going to let you die!" She growls, clenching her teeth. Her marking start to glow as the rims of her irises gain the same crimson and amethyst from earlier, only it forms around the slit-pupil also, leaving minimal white in between. Her paws start to glow a mix of crimson and amethyst, outlined in white, and the plants around them start to die as the life is forcibly taken from them. In her injured state, she should have healed herself, but she didn't care whether she died or not trying to save the ones that she cared for deeply. A light hiss escapes her muzzle as it feels as if there's fire in her veins, but she keeps on with what she's doing. Her eyes turn completely the color of crimson and amethyst as the vampire and demon halves of her work together to heal Atticus' wound. Slowly, but sure enough, it starts healing at his back as the lives of the plants and smaller animals underground are taken forcibly.