Amora squinted, waiting for her eyes to adjust to the darkness, though it seemed Errol had better sight than she. She felt around with one hand, holding onto Errol with the other, until her knuckles bumped into a bench, which she recoiled slightly before helping the demon onto it. It was difficult for her not to be confused about the constant gift giving from him; to her it felt like he was bribing her or something, but she accepted nonetheless. Clasping the chain around her throat, she felt a slight buzzing in her ears, almost like it had enhanced her hearing.<br/><br/>She fumbled blindly, trying to grab the 'switch', whatever that was. Her fingers got entangled in what felt sticky and threadlike; she desperately hoped it wasn't a spider web. She hated spiders. She felt a little stone piece jutting at an angle from the wall and she pushed it up. She squinted again as lights illuminated the small cellarlike room, filled with odd machines and a small cot in the corner. She looked around for a moment; the room smelled terribly musty and dank, another odor mixed in that made the human feel nauseous.<br/><br/>Her attention was suddenly drawn back to her hand, which was indeed covered in cobwebs, and a big black spider sitting on one of her knuckles. She started shaking her whole arm like a madman, crying "Ewwwww!" until she was sure it had absconded. She left out a huff. If she had thought about it, she might have wondered why she was more afraid of spiders than the gargoyles, well, Screwtape being the exception, but maybe it had to do with how nice Errol was to her.