You approached the steps up to the Grand Cathedral. A feeling told you to come here, a dreadful little feeling. You didn’t like it one bit. And you knew why, bleeding out on the steps to the Grand Cathedral was Eileen. You rushed to her side, your mind instantaneously devolving into worry and anger.

“Ah, Hunter… when did… never mind. That does not matter. I require… your assistance with a mad Hunter. The Bloody Crow of Cainhurst.” You tried tending to her wounds, but she swatted your hands and worry away to the best of her abilities. She heaved her body up, picking up her weapons and standing as straight as she could. The blood leaked out and her voice was still more frail, but she was standing, that was good. “I am fine.”

She somehow managed to get herself into the Cathedral’s inner architecture without collapsing, and without your help.

You both fought valiantly, the damned bastard being a pain in the ass to kill, but you did it. The Bloody Crow of Cainhurst was felled, their body collapsing into a pool of blood. Then she keeled over, the old, wise, bloody hag laying against the dusty floor of the cathedral. “I’m… I’m fine. Here, you’ve… I’ve grown too ragged for these anymore.” She handed you a badge.

You dove to her side, trying to tend to her. But again, she swatted you away. “Stop it…”

“Ahh, my eyes grow heavy... Let me… rest a while...” You couldn’t let her go. You couldn’t. So you poured your heart out, and she listened, her eyes stood awake and alert even beneath her mask. She grew guilty underneath. She didn’t want to leave you alone. And you, you just could not lose her. She was one of the few who hadn’t gone mad, who hadn’t tried to kill you, who was sentient, awake, alive. You couldn’t lose her.