The small gesture of affection doesn't seem to do much to comfort her, sadly; she becomes more agitated when he says he can't kill the woman on the altar, and her hold on his arms tightens again - the strength of her grip is a bit more than he might remember it being, but perhaps that's because she's under duress.

"I don't know... where they went... they vanished. Please..."

There are still no tears. "You killed the other... with your face... when it looked like you. Please, kill that one... I don't want to die here..." Her gaze flicks down, then up at him again; when she looks at him, it's through her lashes, from half-lidded eyes.

"I'll do anything... if you just kill it, please..."