Monica left through the door, and that was the cue for Strax to approach the unconscious woman and check her breathing. It was quite irregular and began to echo in the silent room, which, well... was a guest room.
'Could she be a special physique? A frail body like this shouldn't be able to withstand such a massive load of poison,' he murmured, analyzing the woman's arm. Her arm was in a deplorable state, with marks and bruises that seemed to pulse with a dark energy.
He sat on the edge of the bed, observing her face. She was a young woman, with delicate features that contrasted with the evident pain in her body. Her lips were dry, and sweat covered her forehead.
Strax sighed; he needed to understand what was happening, especially when it involved spiders, but her condition made communication almost impossible.
