Elia turned a bit as an older man seemed to be having trouble getting up, and asked where they were. If only she knew. [i]We seem to be in someone’s cellar. Who’s exactly has yet to be determined.[/i] said the young, rather pretty girl that Elia had already seen standing. She nodded, wobbling slightly again when the woman came over and held her arm so she could lean on her a bit. [b]”Thank you!”[/b] Elia said with a soft smile, gracious eyes. So, it did appear she had been kidnapped, but at least she was not alone. Being kidnapped and surrounded by others well… it didn’t seem nearly so bad as if one had been kidnaped alone. [b]”I still feel a bit uneven,”[/b] she frowned, or rather pouted. She felt dizzy honestly, not ill, but didn’t argue with the girl, who she assumed was much younger than her. Of course, if anyone looked at Elia, they would never have guessed her true age, so she was hesitant to guess anyone’s true age really. 

The nymph took in Lucy’s name, when one the men who had been standing before her as well, moved over and seemed to pick something up. Was it a weapon? Letting go of Lucy, Elia quickly ran behind the girl, holding onto her shoulders and staying ducked behind her form. She peered over from behind the girl. It [i]did[/i] appear to be a weapon, and she trembled a bit, wishing she were in a nice cool spring she could disappear into. But the man simply cleared his throat and walked over to the cellar door. Once Elia realized he was trying to help, not hurt, she flushed red and slowly stepped out from behind Lucy, looking embarrassed. Then the scraping started and a small yelp left her lips. She took a few steps in the direction away from the door, staring at it with wide, curious eyes. 

[b]”Should… should we make sure someone isn’t hurt out there?”[/b] she asked, looking confused. Her first thought had been someone unable to communicate any other way trying to get help, no matter how unlikely that was. It was simply in her naïve nature. [b]”I’m..” [i]Scrape[/i] “Elia…”[/b] she added quietly, not quite as wobbly since fear had stiffened her body, eyes darted between the others and towards the door.