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Cell 12

"Perhaps she needs us." He protested, albeit very quietly, as his hands slid around to her lower back, fingers moving in small ministrations as she moved up onto his lap. Her actions were surprising, but he wasn't about to protest them, instead adjusting how he was sitting a little so that she could find a more comfortable position.

When she chastised him, he pouted a little, but managed to soothe his ruffled feathers by stealing another very small, very quick kiss, before she could stop him.

"I was being quiet." He explained, patiently, though he was beginning to feel a bit foolish the more she spoke. "And I am sure there are many here who will not follow her even once she has freed them." If she did. He didn't really like to focus on ifs, thought. "I just wanted her to know that...well...I would." But it did, in hindsight, seem like a terrible idea, especially with so many nearby to overhear him, as Na'ima had.

When she cupped his cheek, he smiled at her, and nodded. "Of course. Just as I'm sure we have before." Because he didn't know, could not remember, if they'd ever been in a situation quite like this ever before.

As another awoke, it became obvious that their cell space was quite crowded. Glancing that way, he gave the other a nod, before saying. "I am well." Before his attention went back to the lady in his lap, the one who mentioned having a sore head, which he was now frowning about, as there was little he could do to help with that.

Except maybe bash Galahad's head in when he saw him next.....

That was a dark thought, and Wrath quickly shook it away, leaning in to Na'ima's ear once more. "You are more than just fine. You are perfect, in every way." Another brush of lips against her cheek, and he was settling back against the wall, now eyeing up the others in the cell with them.

"I am no good with puzzles." He decided to announce, arms falling away from Na, to cross over his chest instead. "If something needs to be beaten or lifted, smashed or crushed, just let me know."

Suddenly, somebody mentioned having bandages.

"She has hurt her head!" Another announcement, as he nodded at the woman in his lap to indicate just who he meant. "I do not detect blood, but I would feel better knowing she has been looked after." And by somebody more capable than him. He knew nothing of healing.

[ Cell #1 ]


"Who is Evan?" Llyr asked curiously, slanting a gaze towards the small redheaded one by the bars. She seemed quite determined to make herself as small as possible, shrinking against them with a sort of stubbornness that was relatively impressive. "What is your name?" he added kindly, stretching out a long-fingered hand towards her. "I am Llyrendil, by the way, but you may call me Llyr, if you wish."

There was a stark and quite noticeable difference in Llyr and the other occupants of the room - namely the fact that, while indeed quite feminine in certain mannerisms, Llyr was, in fact, entirely male, in spite of this. The rest of those that were entombed in the cell with him were not. That, and he towered above them by several distinct inches, nearly a foot in some cases.

Llyr smiled at them all quite pleasantly.

"I will listen, thank you," he told the dark haired one who had greeted him upon awakening. "I should very much like to escape as well, so I will assist you however necessary."

[Cell #6]

He opened his mouth to answer her, but then 'Chris' spoke up. "Don't know - she didn't tell me." Horace snorted at Chel, if she was Chel. "I'm not your middle man, hun. I'm sure you can use your lungs just fine." Unless, of course, she paid him or something. Horace didn't like doing tedious things. He turned and tried to peer out of the bars again - he was worried about Oliver; the man wasn't the most out-going.

"Yeah, dungeons aren't my first choice either, Oliver. I'm glad you're okay. Are you alone or stuck with people - do you happen to see a blond man with quite pale eyes?"

[CELL 12]

Nodding to show that she heard, Radley stood up and walked over to kneel beside the woman, raising her fingers and gently examining the woman's head.

"I'm Radley, if you didn't hear me over there," She explained as she continued to look, making sure that nothing was too terribly damaged. "Are you dizzy? Does it make your head ache to walk around, and does it feel better standing up or lying down?" She really wished she had some ice at this point, so she could put this other woman at ease.

Radley's cheeks were a bit pinker, as well, as she thought about how she wished someone would treat her like that. She'd never had anyone that fancied her... but she gave a smile nonetheless, happy that this injured woman at least had someone.

Room 1

""Hi" Poke responded to Llyr as he introduced himself, then looked at Shu as if she had grown to heads. Her shocked expression quickly turned to something less friendly.

"What the hell are you going on about?!" She shouted at the girl, her temper getting the better of her in such a cramped scenario. "The Sidhe Queen isn't helping us! She wants us dead! SHE KILLED SIR PERCIVAL, HOW COULD SHE BE HELPING US?!"

Her voice ended in a shout, and though she knew now was the time to be helping everyone and trying to get out, as what was the duties of a white knight, she felt loathe to sit here and talk about such a evil person. Turning around, she went to the bars of their cell and kicked them in frustration, as if this was magically gonna get her out.

She had no weapons, she was stuck in a sell thanks to Sir Galahad, and Sir Lancelot was not even then to help. Pokerus was not a happy camper.

And the chair wouldn't come apart either.

[CELL 12]

Radley smiled. "No, it isn't anything too critical. It's awesome to meet you both." And she meant it. "I wish we had some ice, it would help to alleviate the pain even further." She nodded and withdrew her digits, glancing back to the other by the gate. What was his name again? She was horrible at names, and felt bad.

"Either of you know a way out of here? I'm up for anything, really. I don't intend to stay here cooped up." Radley looked at Na'ima again.

"By the way, you have a gorgeous name. Your best bet is to keep sitting down so that your head is okay. And no jostling," She added with a pointed finger to Wrath. "I mean it." But the side of her lips cracked up in a smile she was unable to contain.

[Cell 12]

Now that there was a group of them talking, Arrakis was starting to feel better. It wasn't much, but something was getting done where he could see it and that would be enough for now. Arrakis didn't feel one way or the other about the affection between the couple, though he supposed he was glad for them that they had someone by their sides. He made a note that the other girl was named Radley. If he was going to be in a cell with other people, it would be a good idea to learn their names, after all. Arrakis supposed he ought to introduce himself, but decided that could wait for now. An examination was way more important, after all.

"Have we, ourselves, made any progress towards escape?" Again, Arrakis' healing knowledge was crude at best. Best to leave it to the person who seemed like she knew what she was doing. And while the other man's friend--lover?--had mentioned there was work being done, Arrakis wanted to at least clarify what, so far, that work was.