Ignored as she was by the halfling who found herself pulling away to investigate further, the predatory woman looked away with a subtle sigh, rounded feline ears firm to her sleek but broad skull; there was no will in her to mediate whatever was about to happen between the two, so she instead put herself back to work. Grasping the fallen sage by the back of her robe at the collar, the other powerful arm looping under a shoulder, she hefted the limp, greyed figure to her feet then up into her complete grasp with surprising ease. Gritting her fearsome jaws, she started away from the ruin behind her, intending to see if Sir Erran would be willing to lay the woman upon his lap and let his steed do the work for the rest of them by carrying her to...

Wherever they were off to next - the wordy "assassin" had yet to provide them anything of use in their hunt for the demon Zargon, and for all of the frustration that welled up within the Huntress' breast, she accepted that the others had a different mindset. They were mortals and their peoples had different custom and expectation; not that it was an excuse, but this was not a surprise. They wanted to discuss about this matter at hand rather than set off on the hunt itself without further delay.

[i]"As strong as you are, I'd probably weigh nothing to you. Got room in your pack to carry me?"[/i]

Regina's voice carried to Sakaala who stopped mid stride, her amalgamation of armor clinking to a halt. From over her sizable shoulder, the blinded warrior's dulled expression at first suggested she would not even entertain the thought, but she did soften; the brow over her milky eye relaxing its intensity.

Like a mother to a child, she silently eased the tiny woman down the slick stone and wood debris, holding Lady Genevieve in one arm to do so; tonight was a test of her limits, in every sense one could imagine. Her patience had been worn so thin that she could do nothing but accept the fate at hand, so by the time she assisted Regina into her pack, she was as calm as she could be once more. A myriad of reasons spawned this outcome, but mostly that she needed to keep her mind off and away that a potential enemy was readily in her midst...

"We should probably cease our idleness; we have no further business being here."

She announced, her voice loud enough to be heard by those in the company, again walking toward Sir Erran with the intent to saddle the lady in bonds upon the horse provided the knight in question was confident he could keep her out of harm. Not that the warrior-mage needed her hands to fight - her body was a living weapon - but moreover that she would prefer to be able to draw the sword that found itself now between Regina's pack and the beastly woman's breastplate.

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