Faira sighed in relief as the others answered her. Not wanting to continue looking around for fear of what she would find, she placed her head on her hands and closed her eyes for a moment, wishing away the house, hoping for a just couple moments where fighting for their lives was unnecessary. 

An achiness began to creep up on her as her body protested against running, being thrown, nearly drowning, and whatever else the wretched place decided it wanted to spit out at them.

[i]Drop the pity-party![/i] she thought. [i]We can get outta here.[/i] She took a deep breath, trying to convince herself of the words with minimal success. [i]We [u]will[/u] get outta here! I won’t let the… the so-called [u]Collector[/u] win![/i]

Holding her breath, Faira unsteadily pushed herself up. Before she could take in any great detail, her attention went to a new young girl as the child greeted the group. Unlike Little Ann, something in the way the child stared fearlessly at the five with her red eyes unnerved Faira,

While the others asked their questions, Faira pulled herself to her knees and sat on her feet. Brushing away the wet hair that clung to her face as well as she could, she turned her wary gaze from the child to the dim corners of the room in search of some way out before looking back to the girl.