Seeing Cyrus come near with the rag she'd just keep her goofy little smile, purring a but as he went about cleaning off the blood for her.  It wasn't often people were given such an opportunity as she hated when others cleaned her fur.  But Cyrus seemed a kind enough sort to be allowed to it and with the fur cleaned up a bit she'd rise back to her feet.  Unsure what their plan was she could only think to follow behind them, knowing the smell of blood even before they happened upon the scene but thinking nothing of danger ahead.<br/><br/>The creak of the doors, even stone hinges holding a noise that could creak and groan by weights alone caused some pain to her ears, both dropping and her tail wrapping around one of her own legs until it was over.  Why were they so interested in this place?  The blue stone was nice but this was something troubling.  More death, more pain, and even as Atticus tried throwing the darkness aside with his flame it still felt as though that darkness lingered on the outskirts of light.  Many in their time had died to be sure here but behind Atticus yet beside Cyrus she'd walk forward and into the building, seeing the three from before were no more then survivors.<br/><br/>At first her mind was a little bit confused, thinking about the possibility that whatever caused this death and destruction were allies of Atticus and Cyrus.  Perhaps the three of them simply finished the job.  But as the chances were, she realized she also could of been wrong.  Looking to Cyrus she could only verify that concern, seeing his own in his eyes.  The more they walked the more concern there was to be had by others it seemed and she questioned why.  Why walk forward into danger?  Why walk towards chaos?<br/><br/>She wanted to ask but she couldn't and thus she had to make sure all would stay well.  Raising a clawed hand she'd set it to Cyrus' shoulder, smiling a bit weakly with an almost understanding gaze.  If they were going to walk forward then so be it.  She would do what she could to protect them.  To protect him.  Turning her eyes to Atticus she would give a gentle call to him before he could venture too far out of reach, her fingers lingering on Cyrus for a moment as she moved onward, joining Atticus to get a better view of what was ahead.<br/><br/>Ancient stone, focusing her sense the realms of life and death almost collided at this spot, a massive floor of pillars and high walls.  A stairway towards the end that looked broken and torn.  She heard the roar before yet it wasn't a thing to phase her.  Many things had a big mouth in the end.  Though she knew to be safe instead of sorry.