Grizel turns away from them both. With all the self-doubt and faltering in her convictions of late she wonders how much "purer" her soul could possibly be than any of the others. Sighing, she turns to Alastor. The warhorse, no earthly beast but a celestial spirit temporarily bound to her, eyes her as she pats his neck. Here is a truly pure soul, Grizel she thinks. She sends to him through their telepathic bond, Will you stay with me, Alastor? Help me stay true?
Out loud, Grizel says to the others, "Well, what're we dawdling about here for? We waitin' for Strahd t' come t' us?"