Zamora stared at the man who approached, her teal gaze resting over him harshly. She didn't particularly like him- he was blind, which made him a prime target for demons. Although... he did seem to be able to take care of himself, especially since he'd been able to survive this long. As she neared the library, she tensed up, peering around. There was someone else there, that much was certain. Whether they had any ill intent or not, though, was up in the air. Her left hand clenched around the faint red dagger as she glanced up at the lion.
"Really? I like books," she stated plainly. "When I was younger, my mother always read to me. It was from a big book of fairy tales, about knights saving princesses from the throes of evil." A dry laugh escaped her. "Guess that came to life now, huh?"
