Mistral
She shudders as the banshee-like wail bounces off the walls of the alley, then visibly relaxes as the stench and shadows recede - for now, at least.
"I... I don't know what that was..."
Confusedly, she turns her gaze off the vanished apparition and rests it upon her saviour.
"Thank you, whoever you are, for your brave assistance. I... " ~ Blinking a little wearily ~ "I.. hope you have a wonderful Christmas." ~ She remains standing undecidedly, nervously chewing her lower lip.
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