Once the healer confirmed Fendros' honesty, he gave a nod. "Noted, you are being quite helpful." He commented. The Breton had closed up Ahnasha's torso by this point, but there was still a lot of healing to do underneath the skin. The noble had cut through plenty of muscles and blood vessels that needed to be mended. Plus, he still had to repair her damaged vocal cords, which would take a bit longer. The noble simply continued with his questioning, now with a much more relaxed tone. "It doesn't seem like you know any more about the layout, so how about we move on to the kind of opposition we're going to face..."

The interrogation continued for just under an hour longer as the noble went through all of the questions he could think of to ask. Meanwhile, Ahnasha was moved from the table back up to hanging from the ceiling like Fendros. Once the noble had finished with his questions, he motioned for the healers to take their leave as he replaced the torture tools back on the table. "We had a bit of a rough start, but I think we made some progress today. It shouldn't be long before our attack begins. I'll let you know how it goes. From there, we will no longer have any need to keep you locked up down here. Now, get some rest, you've earned it."

The noble left and locked the iron door behind him, but Ahnasha showed no reaction. The experience had left her with scars, such as the noticeable one running straight down the center of her body, but it wasn't the physical scars that hurt her the most. Her mind was broken; fractured from living through a kind of suffering no mortal mind was meant to endure. The noble's torture had taken her beyond death, to a point where only the magic sustained her, as her body would have failed without the Breton's intervention. He had healed her vocal cords, but she did not speak, even though she could now do so freely. Instead, she held her head low, staring at the ground with tears in her eyes, sobbing with a harsh, raspy voice.