Lauralana hisses lightly at the feel of his horrifying essence on her leg, unconciously shaking the appendage, shuddering. She does not reply to his remarks, breathing heavily but trying to control the cold pit of fear and dread that was building in her belly. No one in the minion's clutches had survived, either died from their hands her own, so it was not quite known what to expect fully but she ahd her ideas.<br/><br/>When the spawn grabbed her wrists and hands, she at first was able to bite back a cry, but when the spikes were pulled free finally from the wood, her flesh tearing slightly more so from the tugging, a cry did bubble forth. Fresh blood runs down her arms as she sags in their grip, no longer having the strength to stand thanks to the stresses put on her body, as well as those damned rings that just would not quit sapping her energies.<br/><br/>Anna rises with the Shadow's gentle tug, her eyes wide and adoration within their depths even as she tries to press herself to him. She frowns only slightly when it became apparent he did not wish what she apparently wanted but she brightens quickly. She does not speak, still holding the slightly dazed look in her eye when she turns towards the Elf woman, waiting for the spawn to carry her past so that she could fall in step behind.