Dayna had come to halt very close to one of the walls that was binding her here. She had tried her hardest to feels some connection to the abyss beyond the walls. Something, even a glint of a response, but the water was silent, unyielding to her wishes. Deuce and Big Brother would have never approved of her outburst earlier, even less if they had known there was someone injured within the confines of that tiny room. She was confused, and frustrated; lost in a strange place and everything felt so far away at the moment, but deep down the teachings of those who cared for her still resonated.

“It is nothing to do with them, those back their or you” she spoke as she felt him approach her. She had been gazing out one of the few port holes spread across the contraption they were in and slowly turned to face him, her voice was quiet and gentle. 

XIII’s words made sense to her, perhaps this was the best place for her to be right now.

“I am sorry for the way I acted. You are of flesh and I do not wish to crush, drown, or harm any of you. But that guy in the robes...was very annoying. I would have liked to pelt him with several waves of stinging water to silence him, but even then, my actions would not have been justifiable. I now believe he was only trying to lighten the mood. His heart is gentle yet I was too angry to notice that!"

Her hues suddenly shifted from the soft blues to a warmer red as a tiny flame materialized from his hand. “So it was you that I felt earlier! That is why I originally came this way. The emotions of the people in this place seem very potent, perhaps that is why I behaved the way I did...I do not know.”
Her red hues darkened in resonance with the emotions that were embedded within the words as he spoke of the group that had first taken him. She approached him slowly, cautiously circling around to the face the front of him and gazed longingly at the tiny flame dancing in his hand right before he extinguished it. “You people are so emotional, it is almost infectious! The group that found you first, did they give you the ability to command fire?”

Dimitri had almost been holding his breath...Almost! Waiting for the ball of light to make good of her threat, but soon forgot it as several minutes had passed by without them drowning in an endless river of salt water. The room had felt strange for a few moments also, as if silent battles were ensuing but, for better for worse, Herbert was conscious again. Dimitri looked at Twain, then at Herbert and followed their eyes only to see nothing where they were both looking.

He sighed as the tension passed “Well I guess I don’t need my soap then.  it’s been close to fifteen minutes, and there’s no water threatening to consume us yet. His eyes returned to Twain, it was a precise and calculated look this time “I Assume everything is OK now Mr. Twain? Perhaps we could get some tea or something delivered to Herbert if he’s feeling up to it?" He moved towards the elder man and rested a heavy hand on his shoulder 
"You know Herbert, Twain over there was ready to drink to your memory, but we decided otherwise then he dove right in for you!" he squeezed Herbert's shoulder then stood up once more.
"Well, I think I’ve missed the majority of the meeting in the boardroom by now, but if someone can spare a few minutes later, may hap some good looking mistress of sorts that would be willing to uh recap, I would very much appreciate it!”

The monk was still hesitant to leave Herbert alone for now, but it seemed he was out of immediate danger. “By the way, has anyone found an intricate looking flask laying about? there’s a blue crystal embedded into the base of it and I would very much like to have it back!”
He missed the weight of his mace at his side also, but at least if he had the flask he would be closer to his normal state.