Thread: 〖 A U R O R A 〗 [Frost / Erebus]

She hardly knew what to say. Ember's concern for her was touching but it was an unfamiliar emotion and one she was poorly equipped to deal with. She murmured to herself at first, looking away and biting the inside of her own cheek softly. Unlikely, but possible. She said firmly at first, strangely fixated on the idea of offering at least a chance for some decency. Cyan had never abused her so bad, likely because her powers did strange things to people, and the bluenette simply didn't enjoy having control taken from her. Well, it's because of this. It's not so hard to learn when there are others in need of it. Liath smiled wryly, forcibly stopping her fingers from wearing down the fabric of her scarf further. She blinked at the mention of her name, glancing up curiously at the sudden change of tone. Run? She repeated, as if she'd never heard the word before. Disobedience simply wasn't something she entertained as a daily exercise. It wasn't as if she liked being here, she just had nowhere else to go. She wouldn't. Liath said. It was simple. She fell into the trap and now the walls were too steep to climb and so long as Cyan lorded over her, there was nothing she could do. The thought unnerved her to the point where her hands were back on her scarf. The change in subject was welcoming and one she bit in obvious relief. She nodded at first, her gaze widening at the myriad of options presented before her. She didn't want to delve too deep into the girl's history, knowing that any small word could spell danger. But general questions like what life was like outside the fortress, what sort of herbs were best for this kind of bruise, that kind of wound... There was so much she wanted to know but Liath felt strange for feeling so excited at the girl's proffer at another riveting tale. Ember was strung up like bovine for slaughter and with the wounds to prove it and yet, here she was wishing she could drag up a chair in preparation to immerse herself in another world. In an attempt not to sound too daring, she threaded her fingers together and pursed her lips. No, nothing specific. She said finally, adverting her eyes. She knew the color of her pupils were borderline lifeless but she still felt like they held more emotion than she cared to carry. You should sleep. She said firmly. You will need your energy for tomorrow. The second the words came out, she heard how crass they were but it was too late to take them back. Playing with the frayed edges of her clothes, she didn't know what else to say. They both knew that Cyan would return she always did without fail. If the raider didn't get what she wanted the first time, the bluenette was like a bloodhound. All she needed to do was make sure she had enough supplies to make sure Ember survived the aftermath... Liath turned her shoulders were hunched in guilt but she did cast a parting gaze toward the shackled redhead, an apologetic smile wired on her lips. Maybe when we get you some new clothes. She swept up her basket from the ground and waved before hurrying out of the cell, closing and locking the door behind her. She leaned against the cool metal with a soft, almost agonized sigh. It hurt her to see Ember suffering, and usually she took it well, but sometimes it was too much to bear. She had to leave, she would have gone crazy otherwise. Liath began to count the bottles of ointment that needed topping up along with the rolls of bandages she'd used up. She knew how the conversation with Cyan would go regarding new clothes, but maybe she could scrounge something up... not that it would help any, the horrible woman would just tear them all off or worse, punish Ember further for Liath's transgression. If she really wanted to help, she'd have to push Cyan off a cliff or something similar and the thought made her shudder. Tomorrow comes and we shall see. Liath murmured to herself and with another heavy sigh, retreated to her own den she called her room located near the top of the stairs leading down to the dungeons. It was a small alcove screened off by pale, moth-bitten curtains hanging from a horizontally placed steel rod. There was a tiny mattress that acted as her bed and a medium-sized wooden box was where she put all of the personal artifacts she'd collected over the years. She placed her case of medicine on top of it before pulling down her hood, wrinkling her nose. She didn't know what time it was, given that the fortress had little in the way of natural light source. She dared not to venture out from her hole in the wall, lest she come across the blue-haired coyote and be forced to tend to some unpleasant task or another. Maybe once she was certain that Cyan was nowhere to be found would she search for some spare cloth but for now, she took to her bed and closed her eyes for some well-needed sleep though she knew before drifting off that it would be plagued by unwanted dreams.