Amelia Knight
Amelia was more than a little relieved to hear Eli's voice. She turned to face him and the slight smile on her lips quickly faltered into a frown at the sight of his blood. At least he managed to quell most of the arguing, though Margo as always had something to say.
“What the ******** do you mean you don't know who ******** killer is! You fought him!” She shouted, but Eli seemed to ignore her.
Amelia looked at him with concern, clearly not liking the idea. “What about your neck? There should be a first aid kit in the kitchen.” She answered softly. With the information she had, staying where they were seemed like a better plan. However she did trust Eli's judgment and figured he likely learned something important while fighting the killer. If he really pushed for moving on without tending to his wound she would comply. They could likely find a first aid kit somewhere else. Mostly though she just wanted to sit down for a bit. Amelia didn't know if it was because Eli was back that she felt like she could finally relax or if it was just the constant adrenaline for the last few hours, but she suddenly felt really tried and groggy. In fact everyone looked tired. Even Margo, who Amelia finally realized hadn't started cursing out Eli for ignoring her. “Let's go.” She agreed.
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