Chartose and a few of the knights struggled to drag Tricia into the tower. Time was clearly growing desperately short and he knew what would have to be done, even as he cursed his own folly of trying to let Tricia make the journey. And now it seemed as though they'd be paying the price for such arrogance.

[color=6ecff6]"Move along, you've done all you can."[/color] He thanked the knights who'd helped him and continued to offer futile aid, [color=6ecff6]"I'd like some time alone."[/color] It was a simple request, one that thankfully appeared to be honored as Alya and Drisceya went up, Svarak went down. The unranked knights continued to mill-about with morbid curiosity.

[color=6ecff6]"I said leave!"[/color] He shouted at them, drawing a spearpoint in their direction. Whether they went up, down, or outside for a minute was none of his concern. If his plan failed, Tricia would be dead for real. He'd be cutting it very close to the three-day wait after summoning Becker so many times back in the caves... had he not ben so greedy he should have marked her back there and then.

Hugging his mount closely, Chartose felt his life-energy surround what little there was left of Tricia's, and absorb it into himself, along with her physical being; he only sign remaining being a dark and almost cancerous-looking mark hidden under his fur of a scream-raptor sprawled-out in exhaustion on his back, its neck extending over his shoulder with its snout nuzzled into his heart for warmth.

Having performed the act, he took the blankets for himself as he felt the world grow a little colder around him; despite the re-assuring presence of Tricia murmuring in thanks to his mind. He went upstairs after informing any knights outside that he was ready to move-on.