Moira could have cried in relief! He had spared not only her grandmotherâs life but hers as it. The urge to hug him overpowered her but she managed to keep it under control. This figure was still a dangerous, dangerous man. How was she to know this was all not some cruel plan to get her to lead him to her grandmother so he could easily kill the both of them? This was a chance she would need to take. It was risky but she knew that now, given what had happened, it was the only way.<br/><br/>âMoira,â she told him as she was tugged along. She tripped over the heels of her boots and winced. He could have been a bit more kind in his treatment of her! She pouted as he tugged and she, for a second, fought for her hand back. âAnd I donât think your weak. I think that this mercy shows a strength that so many have ignored in this day and age!â She paused and tried to think of what to say next. Thin ice was what she was walking on and it would do her well to tread carefully across it with her words. âI am sorry but I do not know of you. My grandma has kept me away from the city for the most part.â<br/><br/>The witch then looked around and noticed that they were past the one after hours clinic that was pointed out for her. She dug her heels in. Thank the gods that they were thick and did not snap under the pressure. âWait! We need to get medicine for her or a doctor!â