It was painfully quiet trying to sit and wait for Serix to get back, unknowing of what possibly might be going on. The thought of sitting here and having someone come in to tell her that her husband had been killed was in the back of her mind the whole time. Then there was the fact of if they were going to kill him, just what were they doing to him? Were they hurting him? What kind of questions were they asking him? Were they even questions that he could answer? Knowing Ryan he would likely make things extremely unfair for Serix, something she couldn't stand to think about. The time continued to tick by painfully slow and this made it in no way easy for her. She wanted nothing more than to rush down to where he was and put a stop to whatever horrible tortures they were putting him through. 

But she couldn't. She was stuck inside the dark cell, sitting there with her hands wrapped tightly around the cold metal bars, her eyes on the door, waiting and waiting for what felt like forever or them to drag him back, hopefully alive. And when they did bring him back physically weak and exhausted, the relief of seeing him alive was clear on her face. Fatigue and hunger was something that ould be solved. A corpse being dragged back couldn't. She let out a deep breath she had been holding,her eyes on him as they tossed him so carelessly into his own cell.

The other men left. She could guess with how weak both she and Serix were at the moment that they didn't see the two having much of a chance of escaping and seemed to leave them alone for now while going to search for something out in the other caverns. Once they were gone and out of ear shot, Cassie turned her gaze back to Serix watching him for a moment. Cassie maybe wouldn't have questioned that anything had happened if he had seemed annoyed. Maybe if he had even seemed angry. But that smile on his face was something that rose a red flag up for her and made ehr frown, watching him for a moment.

"Serix.....what did they ask you?" She asked, warily. Jut what kind of questions had they thrown at him to hide something from her? It was scaring her. Carefully she reached her hand out through the bars, fingers stretching toward him, craving for his touch and to just hold his hand for a few moments which they could.