[Evil Tink]

"Oh, he'll be fine. If he does slip away, the cold will preserve him until I revive him. Like I said, I can't just waste such a delicious smelling human." He tightened his grip on Joseph's face, "Oh..what happened to Mister High-and-Mighty and I'm-200-years-older-than-you? Was that all just talk? You know, for someone your age, you of all vampires should know when another lies about certain aspects...like age." With a shrug, his hand burst into flames, quickly igniting Joseph's face and spreading.

While the vampire was occupied with dying, Solomon knelt down by Holden, placing his hand on the boy's neck and hand over the wounds. Much like how he healed Holden's wrist, he closed the wounds in the same manor. He also sent a message to his brain, and therefore his bone marrow that he needed more red blood cells. While the risk of clotting was high, Holden would be fine with some water.

Oh, guess what Joe? I can do that too. He held his palm over Holden's mouth, drawing the moisture from the cool air; which was swiftly heating up as Solomon refused to manipulate it anymore. He held the ball of water to Holden's mouth, sending a tiny stream down his throat to be absorbed by his body while simultaneously making his body move faster to absorb the liquid into his blood to get it back to a regular consistency.