Thyra pouted playfully and then laughed, shaking her head with a sigh. She marveled at the turn of events, a grin creeping onto her ivory face. The tall foreign thief with daring eyes and a charming grin seemed to be the only friend she had left in all the provinces. Her only ally. The thought was both frightening and comforting, and she sent up a silent prayer to Talos that nothing would go awry. With a shrug, she reached for her own bowl and passed it to him, certain that she could do without whatever atrocities the concoction would bestow on her digestive system. 

Getting up, she moved over to the small cup of water on the table, sipping at it before using the remainder to wash the dirt and soot of the travels from her face. Her thin fingers traced over the deep scars that marred her right cheek before swiping at the stray drops of water. The cold water against her skin was a relief, but she doubted she would be saying the same about the makeshift bed, which seemed to be a simple pile of straw with a ragged wool blanket that had seen better days tossed atop it. "You would think with all the money they steal from the people, they could afford something a little better." she grumbled, tossing the blanket aside. Blasted thing smelled to Sovngarde, and she could only imagine what the pathetic piece of material had been through.

She tried to settle herself into some form of sleep, or at the least rest but at last she sat up with an exasperated sigh. Now fully irritated with herself and still sore and aching, she stood to pace the close quarters of the cell. Her small feet collided with the thick stone below to send soft echoes throughout the space, her fingers lacing together to rest behind her head. At the least, her movements were easing some of the stiffness, but it did little to cure her restlessness. Her curiosity got the best of her and she cast a glance to her newfound companion, wondering if perhaps sleep had eluded him as well. The darkness of the night was so completely consuming her eyes couldn't tell. Stepping over to the bars, she smiled slightly. "Alim...are you sleeping?" she whispered softly, not wanting to wake him if he had managed some form of slumber in this ungodly place.