[ It's a good thing that Elektra has a firm grip on Elizabeth's hand because the younger woman's good senses seem to have completely fled. Especially when it turns out that they cannot escape the scene of the white creature feasting, and the sight and sound are too much for her. Elizabeth sinks to wobbly knees, coughing on bile that burns her throat, a breathy whimper escaping her. Some logical part of her knows that she should pull herself together, that this is such a dangerous situation and she's not helping, but the tableau is so gruesome that it overrides all sane thought in the moment.
When it finally leaves, she's left shaking, shivering, the sour taste of adrenaline staining her tongue. ]
Please... let's go... I want to leave.
[ The shelves, mercifully, oblige this time.
The new spirit does not.
Strangely, the site of the books being desecrated spurs Elizabeth to ire, of all things. ]
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When it finally leaves, she's left shaking, shivering, the sour taste of adrenaline staining her tongue. ]
Please... let's go... I want to leave.
[ The shelves, mercifully, oblige this time.
The new spirit does not.
Strangely, the site of the books being desecrated spurs Elizabeth to ire, of all things. ]
No! You're ruining the books!