She didn't want help from him, couldn't bring herself to accept it.  The undead only offered help to further their own agendas, not simply for the benefit of another.  Candra moved up and away from the wall, attempting to walk.  Strength surged momentarily through her limbs, and she thought that perhaps she would need nothing from the vampire.  Her feet still dragged, however, and one foot brushed against something soft.<br/><br/>Glancing down, Candra was faced with the disemboweled body of Adolph.  She was garou, and usually blood and gore was far from disturbing.  It wasn't everyday, though, that one saw their own pack in such a state.  With a gasp of anguish and a whine of soul-wrenching pain, she stumbled back, losing her footing, falling once more and forgetting the presence of the kindred for the time being.