Kyra frowned, unsure if she was the cause of his bad mood or if it was because he was still hurting. She turned him around a corner, checking the street sign to make sure she was where she thought she was. Her attention then went to the houses. She was looking for 1472. The first house was 1468. 

"It should be down a little on this side," Kyra said, pointing to the side of the street they were walking on. She made a mental note to not forget to make him another potion that concentrated more on pain than healing. She could do that easily enough. She knew that after today Ray would be very sore. 

"Ah, here we are," Kyra said looking over to see the faded numbers on the house they were looking for. Unlike the last house, this one seemed more sinister. Perhaps it was the dark color it had once been painted. Or maybe the windows that were caked with dust and mud. The door was hanging crooked, but shut as tight as it would go. She grimaced looking at the house and then looked at the list again to make sure that this was the right place. She unconsciously tightened her grip on Ray's arm, withering a little to hide behind his shoulder. 

"This looked haunted or something," Kyra whispered. Her eyes watching the windows for a ghost or demon or something.