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Myr was opening her mouth to say that she wold be quite fine, and perhaps to inquire as to the ingredients in that particular salve (as she had never seen one such before) when the sound of a savage cry, more animal than human, in truth, reached her ears, and her jaw clicked shut even as the shiver tore its way down her spine.

Though she had mastered her fear long ago, that was not to suggest she would wish to confront whatever was going on now. The problem was, she knew exactly who it was, if Kain's words were anything to go by. It was not long before the cacophony of anguished cries grew nightmarishly worse. These were not the throes of men about to die, these were the sounds of people, human beings, being mercilessly tortured, slowly and with unimaginable pain. She did not need to see what was happening to understand.

Heedless of the pain in her ankle, Myr drew her knees to her chest, grasping them tightly with her arms to try and control the trembling in her limbs. So much pain, so much death... the music of violence and the smell, the metallic tang of blood, would leave neither ears nor nose. And so Myr did the only thing that made sense to her: she inhaled deeply and listened. This was no time to turn away from reality, no time to deny the brutality that was happening behind her. Were it not a risk to the lives of the others, she would have watched as well, for she needed to.

She wondered if that even made any sense. Probably not, at least not to anyone else, she reflected as she closed her eyes, but that made it no less imperative for her to do so. Even though her eyes were closed, as the screaming grew worse, trails of liquid would slip silently and without show from behind her eyelids. She would sit like this, she decided, for as long as it took for the sounds to subside, for as long as it took the assassin to return to himself.