garlean jail

[coerthantorment]

Perhaps I will put images here.

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[concussionprotocol]

That roar stops her, not because of the destruction in it or the dread that carries it, but because of the horror that fills her soul when she hears it. Her foot skids on the metal floor as she turns to face him - briefly taking note of the bulkhead that's now closed behind them - and her breath catches. Her dread and horror are not fear; not for her, at least.

She's danced this dance before with Estinien, but she had Alphinaud at her side then. (Alphinaud and his tireless faith when even Valeria herself had been near to calling it a lost cause would have been a boon to her spirit at this moment.) She doesn't want to hurt him, but she also has no plans on simply laying down and dying.

Any plan, though, would be an improvement to her situation here.

"Can you hear me at all, Estinien?" she calls, her gaze darting around the room and onto Estinien.