Amora was dropped to the floor again, this time she curled up, arms tucked tight over her bare chest to at least cover part of her. She gasped jagged breaths, shaky from her crying; she knew now what the gargoyles did to their pets, and she didn't want to end up that way. She was shaking even after the other demons left, leaving just her and Errol.<br/><br/>She let out a startled cry when Errol took hold of her, she pulled away, looking up at him like a cornered animal. She wanted nothing to do with these brutes, even if Errol wasn't going to hurt her, she was still fearful. He brought a white sheet, which she took and wrapped around herself, at least it covered her, even if it was pretty long.<br/><br/>He picked her up gently, even then she flinched. She lightly pushed herself away; she didn't want to be carried around. She was petted, and she winced when he gave her a kiss. "I don't want to be your pet!" she cried frustratedly, then grew very quiet as they ran out the door. "I just want to go home..."