Amora remained silent, tying her horse beside his. Her eyes ached, clearly bloodshot. She started to pick up some wood, then with a frustrated grunt, threw the pile down hard on the ground. The look on her face was enough to say that she was furious. Furious with those other demon, furious with Eskhara, but mostly, furious with herself for not realizing this would happen. "I can't stand this..." she muttered, mostly to herself, sitting down hard.