The wand was safe in her hands; she'd never do any harm to it. She didn't know enough about it, or him to do something to it and the last thing she wanted to do was strand someone whom she allegedly knew in a dangerous place without something so important.

Soothing wasn't his strong suit, especially not with her like this, and Martha crossed her arms, keeping the wand between her fingers carefully. However, she couldn't stop her eyes from going wide at the mention of Saxon, and her spine snapped rigidly straight.

"I'll let you have it, and then I'm leaving. I'm going to walk out of of this room and away from you, and you're going to let me." Her chin was raised and her voice was flat and determined. She would give it to him, of course, because she wouldn't let anyone bleed to death--he was right about that. But she wasn't going to let him do this with her anymore.