Norton twisted his lips and scrunched his nose. He couldn't quite place his feelings... He fell in beside his aunt, allowing her support. Both physically and emotionally, she was his anchor. Though at times, he felt like she cherished him too much for what his role was. Better to die in the face of evil than to grow old dodging it. The place was... creepy. Despite everywhere he looked, it seemed like there was something just on the edge of his awareness. Moreover, there was plenty of places to hide... for something to pop out at him.<br/><br/>He drew Sunmaiden's kiss and bathed the room in light. Then, he heard the crossbow fall to the floor and suddenly he turned, expecting a fight. His face paled and his knuckles tightened... but all he saw was the sorceress, "...Thalya?" He asked, striding over to her and reaching out to touch her arm. Though his face was warm and concerned, the metal of his gauntlet was cold despite his attempts to console her, "What's wrong?"