Wrath's gaze lingers on Emilia when they return helplessly. He can sense the worry she holds in her heart. He means to pull himself together for the simple desire to reassure her, to gather all ancient willpower until no one could doubt that he is an immortal being who will not be forced anywhere by simple poison alone. He won't leave her, and he will not allow weakness to claim him.

And he certainly will not allow the Necromancers to see him like this.

He nods at Five's statement. "They will be waiting, and it will likely take them some time to brew the potion."

He pushes himself away from the wall with effort he wishes he could hide entirely. His jaw locks, and he straightens his shoulders once more. The shadows still spread out from him and underneath his feet as he steps away from the wall. Wrath walks toward the door and then opens it, stepping inside.

The Necromancers wait at the bottom, looking up with all the eagerness in their body language- the hunger for the blood they've brought. "Well, have you got the vials we need?"

Wrath nods, gritting his teeth, before he speaks somehow managing a calm but carefully controlled voice. "We have extra vials which I am certain will more than please you. Two cures."