It was as if only moments had passed. Fendros woke up from his dreamless sleep with memories of resistance still fresh in his mind. His arms were dreadfully sore, but he could hear Ahnasha's voice. That was enough to bring him back completely. He wished seeing her face could have been more of a relief.

"Where are we?" Fendros breathed, inspecting his bindings and finding much the same as Ahnasha had. Fendros tried to think quickly when he picked up on the noises outside of the room. He glanced to the door, then looked at Ahnasha with a look hinting his own fear despite his determined words. "We can't tell them anything. We can't risk Rhazii." More noises prompted another glance to the door from Fendros, "The pack will find us, I'm sure of it."