Okay! I think I can keep from being distracted away from this game now that I'm actually at school. Sorry, all.Shawn picks up the smell - it smells vaguely metallic, like blood, but...wrong. Saturated with unnatural elements, speaking to a flayer's place outside the way of things. Still, she thinks she has enough of the scent to track. It'll be tricky considering how the flayer left, but she may be able to just hunt for the smell of its fresh blood throughout this complex.
"I don't care, Shawn. You're not going against him alone, and that's that." Her piece on that matter said, Florence looks to Rosalyn. She puts a gentle hand on her shoulder and looks her in the eye. "I'm sorry he's done this to you, Rosalyn. But I don't like the idea of you being alone here either. It's too dangerous for you too; for any of us. You're right that there's a risk, but at least we can be ready for it.
"And you shouldn't give up hope either. He might have some control over you, but I saw you fight it off, even if it was just for a bit. And I saw your blade out too; you could have done much worse than grab Shawn too. When you couldn't fight him with will, you did it with cleverness. As long as you've got some kind of resistance, he doesn't have you, not completely."
Rosalyn: