"Fine," Roseen said, forcing down the fear that still lingered in her chest to come to Sybyll's side and slipping the pale-skinned woman's arm over her shoulder to help her toward the far end of the dungeon where a darksteel-lined box lay in wait for the vampire.
It helped a bit that Roseen was shorter than Sybyll, but what truly shocked Roseen was how frail the Crimson Knight felt when she leaned against the younger woman for support. Just hours ago, Roseen had witnessed the vampire hitting Head Priest Germot hard enough to launch him through the air and send him crashing into the table of refreshments.
"You really are weak," Roseen whispered as she helped the vampire along the narrow aisle between cells in the dungeon.
