"We will fix you then come back. Come!" Karma took her hand and took off at a quick trot, jarring Deidre out of her spot. "It will be dark soon. We can escape then."
"Really? It looked like noon to me."
"I has been here long enough to understand how time passes. Night is coming."
Deidre said nothing, focusing her remaining energy on fleeing.
"Once we leave the palace, don't let go of my hand, until we reach safety. No matter what."
"Okay," Deidre replied. Reluctant to leave past-Death behind, she also suspected she wasn't going to last long enough to make a difference in helping her quasi-friend, if she didn't find her mate in time.
The idea he'd come to the underworld to find her - that Gabriel let him - filled Deidre with an emotion so happy, it gave her strength when she feared hers was almost gone.
Together with Karma, she ran.