Amora heard the sound of a gargoyle landing, and instantly she started wriggling, trying to get loose to hide herself or something before she was spotted. Unfortunately, the cloth wrapped around her, along with her owner holding onto her like there was no tomorrow prevented her escape. As soon as the gargoyle pointed a clawed finger at her, she shrank down further in the sheet, she felt like an animal trying to make itself smaller so it wouldn't be noticed.<br/><br/>She had no idea what they were talking about, gargoyle stuff probably. She didn't want to think about what that would be, and she didn't want to find out.<br/><br/>Something she didn't notice, however, was that another gargoyle had landed after the first. She didn't realize until she felt a clawed hand take a handful of her hair. He was strong enough, and Errol was weak enough, that she was easily torn from Errol's grasp and right into Screwtape's. She shrieked only to have a clawed hand be slapped over her mouth when she recognized his voice: "You really should be getting back, Errol. If not you, then this little pet is coming along." Screwtape's arm locked around her unclothed torso, his other hand lifted up her chin. Screwtape gave his nephew a sour look.<br/><br/>"Please" Amora begged, barely more than a whisper, "Don't leave me alone with him." The other gargoyle seemed amused; he was likely another of Screwtape's friends, Amora could assume. This had all been a setup. Screwtape spread his batlike wings, "Are you coming?"