[Rinea can't manage to refute the creature, running as hard as she is; the only response is a expression of misery fraught with frustration. Was experiencing this once not enough? The funhouse mirror of the Fey has not made facing it any easier. How much do they delight in such cruelty?
But then-- doors! They slam the doors shut behind them, barring them for good measure; Rinea feels a wave of relief, even if the solace is temporary.
But when she turns around to see the eerie, riblike ceiling and roaring bonfire altar of the room they'd stepped into...]
N-No, not here. Not here. [Her face is ashen.] Anywhere but--
[Berkut's twisted facsimile smashes against the doors with a loud BANG that makes her shriek.]
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But then-- doors! They slam the doors shut behind them, barring them for good measure; Rinea feels a wave of relief, even if the solace is temporary.
But when she turns around to see the eerie, riblike ceiling and roaring bonfire altar of the room they'd stepped into...]
N-No, not here. Not here. [Her face is ashen.] Anywhere but--
[Berkut's twisted facsimile smashes against the doors with a loud BANG that makes her shriek.]
RINEA!
[She turns desperately to Somnus, terrified.]