Bryn's face fell. "I take it that you will not want to be turned, as an alternative." She wasn't offended that he wouldn't. If the seer had not told her of her fate, she would not have made the choice either. Knowing what she knew now.
She glanced back at the redheaded woman she had glamored to sleep. "Would you want me to wake her first, so that..." She found she couldn't finish the sentence. The words locked in her throat. It had been over a year since they had any deaths in this place, and she found herself rusty when dealing with it.