<em>The paladiness holds the fragile-seeming girl close, her hands trying to brush away whatever foul substance tries to stick to her slender frame. The messages, however, that Michelle receives from the girl herself are contradictory. On one hand, a great darkness radiates from her, enough to send a decidedly unpleasant shiver down the flame-haired knight's spine. On the other hand, however, she senses no malicious intent, no harm in the girl. And, with not a little bit of horror, she realizes that this poor creature may have been turned into an undead, perhaps even a vampire spawn. Then again, if, indeed, a foul curse has her in its grips, then she can hardly in all good faith allow her to go unassisted. And so she continues to hold the girl for a moment long, trying to coax something of use out of her, though gently, concern showing in her eyes.<br/><br/>"Nor I, you. Please, tell me how this came to be... what happened to you... and, if you can, what that is. I'm here to help."</em><br/><br/>