[Blanche will have to make a mental note to thank him later by patching his clothes up--her knight is always looking out for her, and she'd be utterly remiss if she couldn't look out for him in kind.

Even so, Blanche startles when the way behind them is caved in but--right. Right, if there was anywhere that would serve as a good hiding place, it would be here.]

You're right, there must at least be someone...

[And yet, as the both of them check the room out, it's empty. It doesn't even have the decency to look unused, or gods forbid, full of death--it just seems as if they were suddenly there, and then they weren't. It's baffling, it's unexplainable, it's horrible, and--

Alaric gestures for her to follow, and Blanche does. None of this makes sense anymore, none of it, and it's making her chest feel tight as her expression shifts to something openly disturbed by the events taking place.]

This...This can't be happening. None of this is making sense--how can people simply disappear like this? Did they already evacuate, or...?

[The words come out rushed, highly unqueen-like, and very openly concerned as she follows closely. None of this is making any sense, and this is the smallest she has ever felt in quite some time.]

This makes no sense...