[b]Aery[/b]
Someone was shaking her, wrapping a sheet around her body.
She couldn't comprehend it. An actual bit of warmth. An actual gesture of kindness.
Did such a thing even still exist?
"Come on, little one." A boy crouched in front of her. "Come on, the chains are broken, the guards are dead, but you have to stand up and walk out of here on your own. I can't carry you."
She couldn't move, couldn't force her muscles to so much as twitch. She tried, oh she tried, but the pain blossomed as soon as she so much as shifted and she collapsed, gasping, on the ground.
"I can' carry ye. I'm no' strong enough. I'll send one o' th' rescue helpers for ye. Ye hang on, aright? Don' you DARE let go."

[b]Silly[/b]
Silly elbowed Rowan rather hard. "Rowan, they never let the slaves out of the mines, do they...?" She pointed to the ragged, filthy stream of people leaving the mines.
Most of them looked at them with suspicion. One of the people, a young man who had once been on the street, recognized Silly and staggered over. "Silly?!"
She froze, jumped down from the saddle, hugged the boy. "Anton! What's happening?"
"Someone freed all the slaves. All the chains broke and the guards fell over dead. Lady Aery's still down there; I couldn't carry her, as weak as I am now, and she was in too much pain to move. You better hurry; she was barely alive."
Silly took one look at Rowan, looked at the mine entrance, gulped, and sprinted down the stairs. She saw a blood trail (Aery's blood from her ill-planned escape attempt.) and followed it down the halls, twisting and turning through passageways, trying to find her sister before she was too late.