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Reason listened to Jericho and his plan. It was a good a plan as any. She hadn't noticed Rolando had been in the room with her and the older man, who's name she still hadn't recieved but hopefully, if they survived this, she could ask him.
When the guards came in she jumped but Jericho made short work of them. Calling him, capable was an understatement. Child or not. Suddenly, Rolando was back with them. She was glad for that. She didn't want to lose anyone in this group. It was then she heard Hamlet say he'd scout ahead. Now, one hand, she didn't want to smother the poor boy, she'd only met her a few hours ago, if that but on the other hand, she didn't want him alone in this place.She turned her attention to the others when her woman's intuition told her to check on him. He was gone and she missed it. Instantly worried, she took off in the direction she'd only guessed he'd taken. She slowed so not to scare him. He wasn't anywhere. It was then her barefoot hit something solid. She froze. What was that? she thought and kneeled down. Her hand it something that felt like a person's chest. She pulled her hand back in shock. She moved her hand upward until she reached what felt like a face. She gasped. She felt this face before. "Hamlet!" She cried. She pulled the invisible body of the boy into her lap. It was a strange thing. Lifting something she couldn't see but she had other things to worry about now. Like who or what did this to him. She got the ever- familiar feeling of someone watching her. Typically this was followed by an attack from some lecherous man. She touched the cool marble of the floor underneath her and the bonding process began. Marble was heavy on her skin as it coated her body but was the only way to project herself. "Who's there!" she called out but the marble made it difficult.