Amora stared wide-eyed from the other side of the bed. Errol was going to get killed, but she could hardly move, let alone go and help him. She didn't want to be anywhere near Screwtape, but she didn't want to see Errol in any more pain.<br/><br/>What looked like a short sword was flung across the room and skittered past Amora's side. She picked it up, though it was pretty heavy for her. She glanced back to the fight. Screwtape seemed to be mulling something over, whether or not to kill Errol and then have Amora to himself, most likely. She kept hearing the same word multiple times, she remembered earlier that one of the gargoyles wanted to trade her for crystalline, what ever that was. From the look on Screwtape and the other gargoyle's faces, she could guess it was either a demon delicacy, or some kind of drug. Most likely a drug from the looks of things.<br/><br/>Amora poked her head over the blankets to see Screwtape sit down rather hard on the ground; he was done tormenting them, hopefully. Daring getting caught by Screwtape again, she skirted around the bed and went over to Errol. He was bleeding in places, but the most prominent injury was his eye. She hardly wanted to look, it was nauseating. "You ok?" Amora paused after the question slipped from her mouth; what a stupid question! It was plain to see he was in pain, and whatever deal he made with his uncle would only add insult to injury, in a literal sense as well as figurative.