Imenry rested a hand on Signy's shoulder as the dwarf stepped forward. Noa was still growling at the woman even though she wasn't attacking but Imenry didn't want her to touch Signy. There was something about her that was just... off. Her eyes were wild and milky, like someone who was... not really alive and Imenry stifled the urge to run her through with the ichor-coated claymore right there.
"Just... let go of her... try to relax. We'll keep you safe but... you have to sit still so she can heal you."
Could this woman even be healed? She looked beyond healing. She looked dead.
Another sound, a creaking on the stairs had Imenry whipping her head around. "Who else is here?" she demanded, her gaze flickering towards the woman who was still standing as if supported by the strings of a puppeteer.
The shape that nearly slithered down the stairway was much smaller, clad in a blood-stained nightgown. The girl couldn't have been more than 5 years old. Her arm was slashed through to the bone, crusted with dried blood and hanging unnaturally from her body. Her pigtails, once blonde, were now matted with blood. Her lips were bruised, nearly blue in color. Her eyes were the same as the woman's, her skin so pale and unnatural where it wasn't bloodied or scraped.
Her little lips moved, a thready sound slipping into the air. "Mama". The word was riddled with pain, raspy and unnatural like a sound from beyond. The voice of a child crying because it knows nothing other than suffering.