IC: "You people..."

Tabitha slowly rose to her feet of her own volition, wings spanning behind her to their full width as her blood and their feathers dried.

"You people have no idea what you're dealing with. You speak of glory, and honor, and being the toughest, or the best."

Her voice shook. "Talk about living, instead. If we're dealing with this level of being, just talk about [i]living[/i] through this quest. I don't know that it's what did this to me or is attacking Ian, but... God help us all. That voice..."

She shuddered and turned to Albert. "Try to pull him away, or at least bring light to the dark."