She smiled and shook her head, despite the engulfing darkness that likely prevented him from seeing the gesture. "I can't sleep. Too much excitement, I suppose." she teased, a half-hearted smile lighting her face. She was quiet a moment, seemingly lost in thought, before she spoke again. "How far is it to Hammerfell?" she asked curiously, though it was only one of the many thoughts swirling through her mind as she wrapped her arms around her legs, drawing her knees up to her chest and resting her head against them.

In truth, she was torn. The prospect of seeing someplace new, the adventures she would have along the way, thrilled her. But a piece of her longed to go home. Back to the cold winds and snowy mountains and great halls filled with drinking, dancing, music and food. She knew better though. Her uncle had made it a point to publicly denounce her; she wouldn't even make it to the gates of Whiterun. And anyone who she had once thought of as a friend wouldn't dare risk the jarl's anger by so much as speaking to her, nevertheless helping her. 

No, she decided to herself, any life she had once had in the province of Skyrim had died with that guard in the stables. She regretted it for sure, but not for the same reasons; didn't much matter now though. She was about to speak, but the sound of footsteps echoed down the hall; there was no jingle of keys, which meant it likely wasn't a guard. Light slowly began to fill the hallway as the feet shuffled ever so slowly closer to where their cells sat; must be a servant, replacing the burned down torches. Her assumption was confirmed as the grizzled old man pulled down one of the torches a short distance from them, the flame already having extinguished itself, and replaced it with a fresh one that filled the cell with light.

Blinking for a moment she grimaced at the assault on her eyes before turning to Alim, able now to make out his features. "Shame he doesn't carry keys. Would have made our plan a lot easier." she whispered quietly when the old man was far enough out of earshot, a grin crossing her face as she tilted her head to look at him. She crossed her legs, running her fingers through her braid to loosen the strands and let them fall where they willed. "Alim...the first thing I want to do when we get out of here is find somewhere quiet for a hot meal, a warm bed, and a bath." she confided, fearing the grim she had accumulated from the prison alone would be difficult to rid herself of.