Kenza listened quietly as Derrick told his story, fiddling with the slightly bent piece of wood in her hands. "Sounds like you miss them," she remarked once the boy had finished his story. She fell silent after speaking, mind wandering back to the days she'd spent with her mentor, then even earlier with her family. [i]Now's no the time for reminiscing,[/i] Kenza told herself sharply, setting down the now frayed piece of greying wood with a sigh as Derrick came to a stop beside the door, examining something.

"Did you find something?" Kenza asked, rising from her seat in the cell and walking over to Derrick. As she walked closer, Kenza saw that the part of the cell the Wolfwing had slammed into earlier was bent inwards, creating a convenient crack that allowed for hope of escape. Turning around, Kenza picked up the original half of the wooden tray and stuck it through the bars, sliding it towards the boy's cell. "Here, use this," she told Derrick.

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