She pulled the sheet around her lithe form further, her shoulders relaxing slightly. "Good..." she muttered, which seemed to catch Sessett off guard. Amora let out a sigh, gathered what little courage she had left, and exited the room to see the carnage for herself.<br/><br/>Blood. Gore. Everywhere. Amora glared down at the lifeless corpse with disgust, not from his entrails laying outside their cavity, but for his previous actions. With one sudden move, she brought her foot down on his neck, which let out a loud crack under heel. The others seemed to freeze, not making a sound, not even Cook. Amora continued to grind his throat under her bare heel for a moment or so, then took her foot off and stood there for what felt like the longest time.