They were already down at the bottom of the stairs and near the door by the time the question registered in Morana's head. Immediately she halted, turning back to Eileen, clearly panicked and fearful.
Seeing the mess Brandy was in, if they went against her captors wishes, who knows what he would do.
"N-No! W-We c-can-n't! If w-we d-do, F-Flaur-ros w-will h-hur-rt h-her m-mor-re. It h-has t-to b-be j-jus-st us, th-that's wh-what h-her m-mess-sage s-said." she babbled, hoping the other woman would understand the urgency and disgression needed.