Option 2.

Snarling at him, you crawl over to Jackson and grab her face. Prying her mouth open with your bloody fingers, you build up a large gob of saliva and spit right inside it. After closing her mouth, you massage her throat, encouraging her body to swallow. She does, and you shoot Cerebos a baleful glare.

"Coward," he scoffs, dropping your arm next to you. "Put your arm back where it belongs. And don't scream."

Reaching out, you grab your own severed arm and reattach the two bloody stumps together. Cerebos leans forward, gently puts his mouth over your shoulder and licks at the seam. You bite back searing pain as your skin, muscles, bones and nerves sew themselves back together. When Cerebos lets go of your arm, your forehead is caked in sweat and you're breathing like you've sprinted a marathon. Fire races through your arm as you flex your newly re-attached limb.

"Now we must leave. The other mortals have heard the crash and are on their way to investigate." Sitting down on his stomach, he motions you over with his head. "Get on my back, mortal. You'll never make it back in time on your legs."

You hesitate for a moment and clamber onto him. You expect to be burned alive, but his flames don't hurt you. You cast another woeful glance at Jackson before your view goes blurry. You grab onto Cerebos' fiery mane as he races away into the night. The wind bites at your skin and you resist the urge to yell.

Suddenly, Cerebos comes to a dead stop. You're in your sitting room. Cerebos disappears from under you and you fall to the floor. "Sleep mortal." Cerebos' voice echoes in your house. "Sleep. For tomorrow, we hunt anew."

Terrified and disgusted, your curl yourself into a ball on the floor and cry yourself to an exhausted sleep.