Rebekah collapsed into the chair next to Tyson's bed, her right leg going out from overuse. She straightened out but tucked her left leg under her, closing her eyes slightly.
"Rebekah, look at me." Fandral said, and she looked up into the eyes of her father. Many shades darker than her own, she always assumed she had gotten her eyes from her mother. There were few dissimilarities between her and her father, that sometimes she forgot that she even had a mother. But staring into her father's eyes as she was now, she was painfully reminded of what she missed growing up. Although can you truly miss something you never had? 
"You did well." Fandral said, and she nodded, biting her lip. The words weren't a lie, Fandral never lies, but still they weren't true. If she had done her job like she was supposed too, with no distractions then Tyson wouldn't be in so much pain. 
"Thank you father." Rebekah smiled wearily up at Fandral.
"I am going to bring Rebekah to her room." Fandral said but Rebekah shook her head.
"I need to make sure Tyson is okay. He has pain medication." Rebekah said, holding out the small bottle. 
"I'll make sure they're delivered Rebekah. You look dead on your feet." Lady Jane had entered the room, which was more and more cramped with each arrival. Still, Rebekah didn't want to leave him. She had seen him nearly dead, and that was terrible. She wanted to make sure it didn't happen again.

Yiva sat very still in the middle of her cell. She had been doing this for weeks, ever since she was put in this infernal room. At first her guards had been worried but after awhile, when she didn't do anything, they let their guard down. Unfortunately for them this was a very bad decision as it would just make her escape that much easier. But first, she would wait for Him to come and get her.