[h3][color=orchid]Andras[/color][/h3]
'[color=mediumorchid]Huh? She's actually going to accept my help? Maybe I misju-[/color]'

Taken by surprise while in her own thoughts, Andras was grabbed by someone she couldn't see. Well, that wasn't entirely true, because she could see a hand, that was now covering her mouth. Another hand grabbed her arm, and was trying to lead her away from the area. Andras's voice was weak - both from the sudden shock of being grabbed and also from the residual fear of being verbally assaulted, so for a moment she feared that Vera was going to not even notice her been taken away.

Luckily, Vera noticed. Calling out to Wolf, he sprang into action. Very quickly.

Andras was mildly terrified of Wolf's sudden and violent attack. Even though she knew he was helping her, seeing him bring down such an attack that close to her was enough to make her legs weak. Which didn't help the girl (Golem? Construct? Andras wasn't entirely sure what to classify them as after seeing one shatter) who was trying to drag her off, but Andras wasn't really in a helping mood with that. Andras was trying to struggle out but she was kept in the grip. She didn't have any spells that she could cast hands-free, so she just had to rely on her friends.

And what friends they were. Even William was cutting a rather heroic figure in Andras's eyes. But one thing really stood out to Andras. Something Vera said. [color=magenta]"Your sympathy can wait! Isn't she your friend or some shit?"[/color]

Andras couldn't help but sniffle. Her vision was becoming blurry. She had expected Wolf to do something (Maybe not immediately and swiftly pound the assailant into the ground, admittedly) but even Vera was trying to motivate Wolf to fight harder to help her. She got the name wrong, but this was a huge step. She cared enough to say something. Andras had unfairly pegged her as a rotten girl, but she had some good in her. "[b][color=orchid]Y-You guys...[/color][/b]" Andras cried, imagining the fate that may have befallen her if she didn't have them around. Andras cursed her inability to cover her face with her hands, because she was definitely crying now.

'[color=mediumorchid]What are you doing?! Demons don't cry because they're overwhelmed by how amazing their friends are! Say something cool![/color]' A voice in Andras's mind called out.

Trying to steady her breathing and voice, Andras tried again. "[b][color=orchid]Y-You all are t-truly worthy-[/color][/b]" Andras's voice cracked, and she had to pause. "[b][color=orchid]-of b-being warriors at my s-side...[/color][/b]"

The words echoed within Andras's mind. Each echo sounded dumber than the last. '[color=mediumorchid]Forget the kidnapping. I'm going to die from embarrassment.[/color]'