Pyronas necklace glows a bright red along with the horns that adorn her ears. The air itself seems to squeeze her arms.
Pyrona: ". . .I'm sorry. I'm unable to." The look in her eyes is fearful. She looks at Soran as though she's longing to say yes, and the fabric around her shoulders along with her skin is squeezed tighter. Blood drips from one arm.