[h2]Tyaethe[/h2]

Seated in position, Tyaethe was perhaps the least ready to leap into action after the exorcism--but she needn't have worried, the other knights arresting the spirit's assault. Really, there wasn't much for her to do, lest she get in the way, wielding a weapon scarcely suitable for attacking into her allies. No, all she had to do was--

--Catch the princesses as they stumbled from being pushed to safety, easily supporting their weight in an arm each, despite the size difference. "You don't need to worry, we'll deal with this."

It was maybe more reassuring than it normally would be, the vampire reassuringly [i]warm[/i] after the impromptu ceremony. Not the warmth of a body, but the warmth of a summer afternoon, of sunlight through glass. The lingering echoes of a goddess' power, converted from her own mana--the faster action the [i]real[/i] advantage the magically-inclined had as priests.