Faedryl Melad
Drow Hexblade/Evoker
AC: 12 HP: 22/22
PP: 12 PIv: 14 PIs: 12 Sanity: 11
Conditions: No longer comatose
Concentrating: --

Sixth Day, Cell

The return to the waking world is quick, perhaps faster than she would have liked, but comforts were in short supply. It's a blur when her eyes open, she needs to blink a few times for the reality to settle in. When she finally does see the looming face of Shuushar it takes a remarkable degree of self control not to immediate lash out with fist or flame. She didn't like fish at the best of times. Then a nightmare that was exceedingly fish related. Now one looming over her. She steadies her breath, turning her head left and right. She was still imprisoned - too much to hope that they'd managed an escape while she was lost in the nightmare - but there were new faces. How much time had passed? A few hours? A day? More? Faedryl reaches a hand up to her lips. Dry, but not overly so. Her stomach growled quietly, but not excessively. She knew from her escape what multi-day hunger felt like, and this wasn't it. Not yet, anyway. Hours at most then.

She shuffles away from the fish and sits up, clutching at her head. Out of the cell. Guards around her, fish over her. Either this was some new torture cooked up by the outpost or they'd needed a prisoner to pull her back to the waking world. Faedryl concludes the latter. She gives a nod of acknowledgement - of thanks - to the fish. It's the most she can muster. The actual words thank you passing her lips, to that thing, in this place, is beyond her. Maybe if she wasn't surrounded by drow. There was still a lingering cultural pride that refused to let her lower herself like that. Lower. Was it really that? Was expressing thanks really a degradation? She shakes her head again. Not really the time for such musings.

Delicately, as elegantly as she can, and slowly so as not to provoke any reprisals, she stands, cocking an eyebrow at the guards, but saying nothing. She will make them speak first. A small power play, but one to enjoy for the brief moment it lasts.