"I think you'll find I'm hardly a fragile being," Crane stated softly, holding his shoulder. His pale hand was stained with red and his blue eyes were growing more and more unfocused--not too dangerous. Not yet. But he was getting there.

"It's a good thing to make friends with the League of Shadows," he murmured, and the moment the girl at the door saw who Crane was she immediately let him into the Arabic holy place.

"Keep your enemies..quite close." It was mumbled, now, and Crane's free hand grabbed on to Tillman's own shoulder, narrowing his eyes.

"I do believe I have to tell them about the Chechen's treachery."