[ It is not an opinion Gansey is liable to argue with, since from what he can see, there's not a lot that's sane in this place. Instant graves and demonic cats? Has he been dropped into Hell early?

The energy drain, when it hits, is a shuddering blast. By now, Gansey is mostly running on adrenaline. He does not have a great deal of energy to spare, and it puts paid to his efforts to run. He stops, doubling over and trying to catch his breath, and that gives him a perfect view of his rescuer literally lifting the cat and snapping its body in half.

He's going to be sick.

Gansey backs off, still weak and still nauseous, and reeling from what he just saw. ]

You did say you could handle it. Jesus Christ. I heard it snap.

[ The cat probably would have killed them. He repeats that to himself, and tries not to feel pity for the broken body in front of them. He tears his eyes away from it. ]

I just got here too. I was buried. Then I got attacked by a demon cat, who was thwarted by a sorcerous talking eagle. My day is turning out to be eventful. How's yours?

[ His tone is mildly conversational, as if all of this is completely normal. Even Gansey knows that it's anything but, and he's made it his business to be involved with the strange.

He needs to sit down. ]