;)

[There's a noise coming from the room he laid Blake's body in, and that alone is enough to alarm him into jumping to his feet and darting over to the (slammed open with Thaumaturgy) door. If one of those monsters managed to spawn here—or worse, if this place is using her—

He freezes, wide-eyed, in the doorway. For the moment, he doesn't know whether it is her. Pale skin, dark veins, black eyes—there are a few others who've started to have the same look about them here, but he doesn't know enough to be sure. The relic has already proven to be capable of taking their bodies for its own means.

For the moment, he just stares, unsure of what to do or say. He's almost afraid that if he tries to say her name that he'll just be proven wrong.]