Her breaths were short and shaky, though Val lifted her eyebrows and quirked her mouth looking none-too-impressed.
Gasping past her sobs, Celia let it all out into her quilt while she questioned, "Where was my clan-sister when my Galen suffered from Pretayus? Where was she when those brutes locked me away me in this room? Where were YOU when I spent all this time trapped in this prison?!"
The Elf's chest was heaving as she looked up from her quilt, her red eyes meeting an indifferent stare. Val slouched over, holding her head up with her arm braced against her knee. Then with her eyes unshifting and still locked with Celia's, she grinned.
"Downstairs, in the company of my master."
Celia's ears drooped, and she pushed her face back into her blanket before she broke down again. Val k
