Wiping her face with the back of hand to eradicate the tears. Why do I always cry around him?" she queried herself. Still beautiful, her face was a bloody mess. Dozens of small cuts defining her exquisite face. When she finished wiping her face the blood now appeared on the back of her hand.
"Ouch," she cried in answer to his question. She looked like a dirty orphan, looking for shelter. Now her head was throbbing, too.
"Is it bad?" she asked Erik. "Should we get inside? I have come quite a way down the path." Her voice changed to a whisper, "What if there is another one?" Her body shook as if she were cold. Most probably she was in shock.
Her left hand grasped his hand. She looked around, an uneasy feeling that they were being watched. "We are open for anything that might choose to attack." her tone changing.
Her eyes widened as she saw the first of the spiders with doll faces. "It's the blood, they are drawn to it." Regardless if it was the blood or just coincidence, a spider with a doll face approached.
Daenerys looked away in horror. "I am so sorry I got you in this mess.