"I doubt he'd hold a grudge for long." He had always liked the dog, from the time he met them at her parents' home to their time on the road to Ostagar. Sensible beast.

He nodded. It had seemed to him that the clinic was well defended, one reason he hadn't returned there after his encounter with Fiona, that and he hadn't wanted to discuss it with anyone who knew her. So much for that plan.

"Yes. She was turned. I'm familiar with her combat casting. It was the same." It had also seemed that there was a level of awareness, but what would be the point in saying it? They couldn't afford to hesitate in their kills, awareness or no. He couldn't dwell, and he didn't want Elissa dwelling either.

The awareness, if it was there, had not afforded Fiona the ability to control it. If she had been trapped inside her body, forced to witness her actions, if all of these walking dead were, was it not a mercy to take them down? He became aware he had such a tight clench of his weapons his knuckles were aching. He shook out some of the tension with a hard shrug of his shoulders.