"Maybe the demon just had an affect on them." Tal shrugged. "Or they're just trying not to kill eachother." He laughed, looking over his shoulder at where they'd walked off to. They'd been a while, he started to wonder if they were in trouble.<br/><br/>Ester looked down at the makeshift bandage, pressing her finger on it and taking it away. The blood hadn't seeped all the way through, it would be enough to keep her from bleeding out at least. "It's dangerous. There's always a sacrifice." She mumbled, shaking her head. She was ready to finish this conversation. She'd come clean, which was more then she'd ever planned to do.<br/><br/>The elf stood up, looking at Mesaraih's hands. She picked up the end of her cloak and wiped them over, getting rid of the majority of blood. "Why would you keep it? Don't you want to warn the others?" She asked, wondering why he was so willing to keep her secret. Maybe he wasn't so bad after all.<br/><br/>"And what are we going to tell them?" She asked, pointing between her bandaged hand and his blood-stained hands. They could tell the others they'd gotten into a fight with some enemies, but if they wanted to check out the room themselves it would be blindingly obvious that their story wasn't true.