Ireena's mind was in a whirl of hazy bliss as the one remaining guard moved the lady's listless body from the room. For now, the thoughts of poor Elrick getting his neck swiftly snapped and dropping dead to the floor was nowhere in her clouded mind. The tempestuous words of the vampiric lord echoed in her mind. The waves of compassion and desire resonated within her being and left her wanting to give him her all. As her body was laid down and her savior sat against the stone wall, the fog of Strahd Von'Zarovich slowly receded and pang struck the temple of her mind like a ringing bell. Simultaneously the eerie sensation of something crawling on her caused the woman to sit up with silence gasp.<br/><br/>It took a second for eyes to adjust to the light of a single candle. The palm of a single hand cradled the front of her fore to somehow steady the sudden feeling of fear, confusion, and dizziness. Sensations bum-rushed the lady as she caught sight of Andrei and heard the sounds of scurrying mice. If the two of them were here then something big had happened. It almost brought her to tears when she realized that she could not even remember anything past that vampiric beast killing Elrich. The hand moved from her head and pressed over her heart to still the pain. Even in silence she prayed and counted what few blessing she had left. Andrei was still alive. She was still alive, for what is was work. At this rate, the Burgomaster's daughter still believed that so many deaths were not worth hers alone.<br/><br/>The sound of the clock going off made her want to groan. Ireena felt annoying refreshed while Ireena could only hope that exhaustion would make Andrei get some sleep. Even without a word uttered she could tell that he was in pain. The noblewoman waved to Andrei in a silent plea to lay on the cot. It would come as no surprise if Andrei refused. These men were always married to their duty and only recently did it drive Ireena to the brink of madness when they put her above their own lives. In these times there was nothing better to do than pray. Pray that Andrei lived to a ripe old age. Pray that her daughters were living in ignorant bliss. Pray... pray that an end to this horror would come sooner, rather than later.