Suddenly jolted she'd look up and try and figure out what all the commotion was about only to see Atticus flailing about something new.  In the end she knew naught but the fact that he was trying to explain something about whatever he was excited about to Cyrus.  However her attention would not be on this long as her eyes drew to the eye itself.  The eye no more then a shriveled grape watched without watching, stared without sight, and pierced.  Every hair stood on end as Wiflor's growl emanated.  Then louder still.<br/><br/>Rising she'd hop from the bed to all fours and make a strange sound.  A combination of a roar and a scream, almost as if towards Atticus and their new instruments of interest.  Every second that the products remained in sight she'd inch back more and more towards the farthest wall, and unless the eye and hand were removed from the scene she'd back fully into a corner.  Vecna was not the thing she feared most.  But still  she knew darkness when it was there.<br/><br/>But she would not calm.  She could not calm.  If any dared to approach while the hand and eye were on the scene she'd claw, scratch, and bite most angrily.  If Atticus dared to come closer with them she'd dart for the long since lingering food from the first time she was dropped off here, steal the steak, and make for the halls hurriedly eating.  If any of the assistants or maids came to try and help she'd likely start inching more for the window, thinking to jump out of it.  In the end it was all about what took place next...