The Scent of The Grim Reaper - Part 7

"Indeed. Now I think you understand why it is best that we leave. Even the boy himself seems to understand. He has not shifted. He knows he is beneath your company, Asabel," Lancelot said.

"Lancelot… You're making me angry," the girl said, and by the look of her, she really was. Her hands were clenched in tight fists. "I don't like it when you do this. I don't like it when you look down on other people, just based on their rank. I don't like it when you try to leave people to suffer, just because helping might be inconvenient."

The boy looked abashed. "My Lady… Please, that certainly wasn't my intention. I never meant to upset you."

"Well, you have. You attempted to hide this from me, and turn your back on this poor boy. Whoever he might be, he's clearly not well. He can barely keep his eyes open – and look how he's dressed in this weather. He's freezing," she said. "He really will die, if we leave him to spend the night like this."