Ahyen slumped in her arms, nearly causing her to go into a panic. She shook him, still trying to keep most of him upright, though she mostly just had him up by his upper torso. Her mouth felt dry and tasted of bile. Why was he, of all the beings out here, going to die? He had been so kind to her, saving her in her time of utmost need, and now he would pay the price.<br/><br/>As she attempted to shake him into consciousness, the sounds of some hidden terrors filled her ears, making her glance up from the deep spirit and look around with large eyes. Her heart was pounding as she scanned the area, the noises getting louder and more frightening. Then, a loud scream that shook Amora to her very core. Turning white as a sheet, she nearly dropped Ahyen and bolted into the dense undergrowth before the creature that made the noise fell with a sickening thud. She was shaking like a leaf, staring at the shadow-covered figure outside of their little circle of not-light, when an odd-sounding person came out to greet them.<br/><br/>She seemed about as kind as the demons were, but there was something the girl noticed. While the demons that she had seen had attributes of various animals --feathers where hair should be, fur in more random places, even one demon that looked like a lizard, scales and all-- this woman had none of that. Well, she had furs, but that was mere clothing, not a part of her body. Amora stared. It was another human. Of all the things to be living in these forsaken woods! The only thing was, she had never seen such an odd human. Dark skin, odd way of speaking, very fearsome a force to be reckoned with, it seemed. Though, Naeth seemed only mildly annoyed about it.<br/><br/>Suddenly, the older woman turned to Amora, who straightened up with surprise. Compared to her, Amora was tiny and meek, which she was. Very very small, and very very meek, though she could get bold given the right circumstances. These weren't those circumstances. She was just too surprised to see another human, especially one living here in these god-forsaken woods. SHe looked down at the spirit, still out cold in her arms, then she looked up, an accusing edge to her voice. "You're going to hurt him, aren't you?" she asked softly. She held him closer, "He didn't do anything to you."