Ib's sobs eventually quieted and now the child was curled against the wall shivering. She appeared in a daze, red eyes unfocused and brightened by tears. She just couldn't wrap her mind around it though the evidence was right in front of her. Maybe...Maybe she fell and hit her head and this was all a mess-up dream? She frailly clung to that tiny hope though in the back of her mind a voice was whispering that sadly this was all real. A few more tears trickled down her face and she raised a tiny hand to wipe at them only for more to take their place. She vaguely heard voice next to her and she tried to focus her eyes. One of the women was on her knees next to her while Darkhunter was on her other side. She straightened a little, gazing up at the painting the feline kept staring at.

It was beautiful to be sure and she wondered if these were the mates he had mentioned earlier. [color=red]"This place is worse than the other Gallery."[/color] she said half to herself. She rubbed at her eyes, feeling more tired than she was previously. She tried to stand up on shaky legs. The first attempt had her falling back against the wall as her legs gave out on her. She took a deep breath and tried again, standing with more success. She took a survey of the people in the room, each showing different degrees of shock and horror as they stared at their own painting. [color=red]"This place is not good for our sanity. We need to leave."[/color] With that she walked over to the hall, peering around the corner.