Pruna crept along quietly, glancing back to where Sandy followed. She was glad to have found her, she had been worried that she wouldn't find her at all. But now she had and so Pruna was going to do her very best to keep her from getting hurt.

Even though she hadn't done the best job so far, and the scars on both their faces from the masks had proven that. But they were useful, if painful and so they each carried one, for emergencies.

Pruna's admiration of Sandy had only grown since seeing her powers.

When she heard the noise she gestured for Sandy to get behind her and crept forward, knife in hand, ready to stop anything that might appear and attack them.