"I don't even know her," Miranda said, defending herself even in distress. "I don't even know why she injured me..."

"Speaking [i]of[/i]," Carol said, more instance. "Will you please let us bandage up that wound."

Miranda sighed. "Fine," she sighed. "Let's just go home."

The songstress had only taken one step to the left, when the world spun. Somehow, she was distinctly lacking in blood, and was feeling very very woozy. It took Hilde and Claude's strength to keep her upright, gently easing her up.

"Easy, girl," Claude said. "One step at a time..."

Miranda was blinking in and out...but she swore she saw a similar wound on Khaylan's shoulder, in early the exact same spots. This odd feeling that was now in her breast, and the images of the witch's spell...it all was becoming quite frightening.

"This is your fault," Carol, the stout woman with much more backbone, hissed at Khaylan. "I personally hold you responsible if she dies, you heartless knave. I bet you won't even spare a bed for her, even though it's [i]your[/i] problem that dragged her into such a state."