They will be fine. They will be fine. Evanna squeezed her eyes shut and opened them again, sighing loudly and ignoring the way the walking corpses by her sides watched her. If it wasn't their rotting bodies that were freakish, then it was the vacant golden stares. The Princess didn't bother trying to escape, the revenants may not be powerful, but there was strength in numbers. Plus, she needed some time to determine her next course of action.
It was hard, however, to push aside the rising angst she felt towards Arawn's situation. But the elven Prince was strong and quick-witted. If anyone was able to subdue Conrad, it was him. Right now, she needed to focus on herself and how to get herself out of her own situation.
