Hazel nearly jumped out of her skin when they heard the thump and the footsteps, whirling around and raising the gun she had- until she saw him. Someone was finally coming to help them. Hazel dropped the gun back to her side and returned her attention to the dresser.

Hazel agreed with Terrance immediately when he spoke. 

"Yep." Was all she said. Her breath was still coming in, her chest and side burning. She had been in direct contact with the Tartok, and she was having a hard time not feeling angry at everyone else who had run. The scowl on her face communicated everything she was thinking.

"Come [i]on[/i]!" Hazel wheezed at them. "Let's get this moved into place so we can get you guys up there." She had no intention of leaving Terrance down here. She had the eagle. If there was anyone who could deal with the Tartok attacking them, it would be her. Hazel gritted her teeth at the knowledge, wishing it had been someone else who could make the pendant work. She hauled at the dresser impatiently to punctuate her anxiety to get this over with, moving it a few inches.

"We'll handle James when we get up there. At least he didn't see what the Tartok did to her."