For a long moment the girl in crimson regarded the elven woman without apparent reaction.  Only when she saw the woman stumble and fall, saw the blood on her fingers, did she realize that what she was seeing was a living creature.  Another... human?  That seemed slightly wrong somehow.  Still, something akin to concern stirred within her.  She did not want to watch this woman, who seemed somehow so determined and yet so lost, die.<br/><br/>With purpose filling her, a few powerful steps took her to the elf's side.  Small fingers clasped about the woman's shoulder and pulled her to her feet with surprising strength.  She held on a moment to steady the other, and then her hand fell back to her side.  She waiting, eager to see what this strange new creature would do.  Her face was expressionless, but her eyes stared deep into Diandra's.  They seemed to say,<em>Don't give up.  You can't give up, not yet.</em>