So this is it, huh?

Wren glanced round at the sanctuary looking somewhat unimpressed. "Interesting..."

Ryland wondered again if security had been increased since his last visit.

Aliceabella continued to loll in Ryland's arms, trying to stay as still as possible.

Wren glanced back at Rylandbefore going to the door. She knocked, glaring at it sternly.

Hello, Russell. Ryland smirked up at Mandible House.

Aliceabella frowned at Ryland, a little nervous. "You won't leave me here, will you?" She whispered.

Wren resisted the urge to roll her eyes at the girl; she really was pathetic. "Oh do be quiet, child." she muttered.

"He's not coming. We'll go in to him," Ryland grinned, fangs bared.

Aliceabella felt her frown deepend. "Ryland." She mumbled softly. "Are we really here to see a healer?"

Wren rolled her eyes. "For the love of the Lord!" she muttered, clenching and unclenching her fists.

We just need to borrow Andrew for a moment or do you want an innocent woman to die? Ryland smirked and ignored Aliceabella's question.

Upon realising she was going to get no reply from Ryland, Aliceabella turned her head to look at Wren. "I'm am not a child thank you very much, I have a child yes, but I am not one."

Wren smirked. "Then how old are you, pray tell?"

I'm losing my patience, Russell. Come out or I'm going to come in. Ryland's amused smirk faded.

Aliceabella bit her lip. "nineteen next week." She whispered, suddenly feeling a lot like a child.

Wren's expression was a mix of shock and disgust. She smirked again and snorted quietly. "As I suspected, then. An overgrown child. A spindler, you would be." her smirk grew. "How precious, a little Spindler." she mocked.

Ryland sighed. "This is a waste of time." He looked down at the women, the girl, in his arms and was tempted to just leave her on the doorstep.

Aliceabella frowned at Wren and moved to get up, only to freeze as she felt something inside her collapse. don'tletithavebeenmylugpleasedon'tletithavebeenmylung

Wren ignored Aliceabella and turned back to Ryland. "DO you want me to try and break the door down?"

"You're nothing but trouble," Ryland informed Aliceabella. "No wonder Alucard didn't mind leaving you behind." Ryland turned to Wren. " Go ahead."

Aliceabella sighed and dropped her head. "I know." She mumbled, tears stinging the back of her eyes.

Wren smirked but masked it as she nodded to Ryland. She narrowed her eyes on the door and aimed a strong side-kick at it. Well, as strong a kick she could manage. She kissed quietly as she wobbled slightly in her landing. "Damnit!" she hissed.

"If you can't do it I will," Ryland watched.

Aliceabella felt herself smirk as Wren failed, basking in the woman's failure.

Wren glanced at Ryland and nodded. "One last try." she pleaded, focussing on the door again. A moment passed before she kicked, grinning triumphantly as her front kick broke the handle.
Basking in the small victory and slight pain in her foot (which she ignored completely) she pushed one door calmly, her triumph increasing when it swung open.