Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29559990-20150215004500/@comment-12599067-20150224035556

Valuril, who had thrown down her bow and daggers along with everyone else in defiance of the Thalmor, hadn't made an outburst when they were hearded back to their cells. She'd simply watched on in silence as Denon was brought back to their shared cell, keeping her face stoical. Once he'd settled into his own cot, Valuril looked at him for a moment before she lay herself down on her back, looking up at the ceiling. She didn't say or do anything, for there was very little to be said or done. For now, it seemed to be a game of patience, in which they'd have to find something to distract themselves until something happened. Valuril simply appeared to be passing the time by thinking-- or maybe sleeping. Her cellmates couldn't tell which.

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Morrigan hadn't responded to Kain's earlier comment regarding to feeding. Her disgust and anger with that comment had swelled to the point that she thought she might kill him then and there, but she abstained. She knew that vampires needed to drink blood to survive-- she was afflicted with the condition as well, of course-- but the thought of actually looking forward to it revolted her. She only drank when she absolutely needed too and only drank when her victim was unconscious and couldn't feel the pain, and certainly never took more than what was absolutely necessary. The thought that her cellmate was not only afflicted with her condition but had no qualms with it or maybe even enjoyed it filled her with so much contempt that she didn't respond and simply sat on her cot and looked out the cell door, her softly glowing red eyes glinting in the dim light.