[@Hekazu][@Lord of Evil][@Dusksong]

"There's no point in pretending to be injured, yeah. Just... take a break the way you like?" Mistletoe sat with her back to the wall. She could feel warmth being lost bit by bit through her clothes to the cold, damp wall, but she didn't bother moving. It was a prison cell, not a cosy tavern after all.

"Do you think we can get out of this alive?" She asked with a hazy voice that faintly suggests indifference.