[Moyra’s POV]
"Eli," I gasped. "Please, snap out of it."
After hearing Armon mention Eli’s name, there was no way that I could stay put like he instructed. Too much anxiety had begun to flow through me; wondering why exactly he was here.
Was he coming to reclaim me, or did something happen after we left? These thoughts attacked me left and right as I contemplated whether or not I should listen to Armon's instructions.
Then, when I felt the darkness that was radiating from him, I knew that I had to help, but I wasn’t quite sure how. Something was wrong, very wrong, that much was obvious, and I knew in that moment he needed our help.
In the end, I disobeyed Armon’s order and made my way out of the tent, which was why I was in the current situation I was in.