Wynonna's lips move, though the word doesn't leave them: fuck. She reaches to flip open Faust, like there's any possibility she might find something useful.

This is way beyond her. Suddenly, and for multiple reasons, she wishes Waverly were here. She desperately wants to hug her baby sister.

But she gets it. If it were Waverly, she'd make that deal in a second. Hell, maybe not even for a whole year. It's not like her soul and Waverly's life could ever be weighed equally. One is a burning coal and the other a brick of gold. Her brows flicker into a frown. "Peacemaker," she says, and glances up at him.

"Peacemaker could kill the demon. The one that made the deal."