<span style="color: #0040FF">Reed still looked like death, but seeing everyone else relax made him think she was going to be alright. She was covered with blood, as they all were, yet he knew she would have more difficulty than the others getting around. Besides, healers were hard to come by in these parts as far as he knew. After strapping the slightly cleaned off mace onto his back, Delancey anxiously searched the group for an herb to lessen her pain. He hoped against hope that the herb wasn't only in Orials. Turning towards Seiria, he beckoned her to him. "Go find something that she can eat. We need to build up her strength before we can go anywhere."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #FFFF00">She could feel his tears wind their way through her short hair and smell their salt. Her own tears mingled with him as it all sank in. <span style="font-style: italic">She had almost died... They had almost died... Why did they follow her? If only they had stayed away...</span> Thinking about that, Reed instantly dismissed it. If they hadn't followed her, the demon and its group of abominations would have killed her and them all, one by one.</span>