"Yuki seems to have suffered the same fate... And as if that wasn't enough... Bastards had her marching through the wilds of Skyrim barefoot with clothing that wasn't suited to the climate...!" Serena said, thinking back to the time where she was being escorted to Northwatch, hands clenched into fists as she repeated what the Thalmor called her... And how they treated her.

"Few more hours in that weather and she'd be a frozen corpse... Or at the very least, would need her legs amputated. Not exactly the way you'd expect an Akaviri Priestess to be treated... But the Thalmor didn't view her as a person. More like an object for them to use and abuse as they saw fit...!" Serena said, her eyes almost ablaze with rage. Aria would likely know Serena's pain all too well... And her lust for vengence was dangerously close to consuming her. All the wrongs they'd done, all the pain they'd inflicted, and the very recollection of it all was making the brunette's blood boil. It was at that very moment that Cronic returned from his trek to Warmaidens with a bundle of clothes tucked under one arm, before noticing the anger on Serena's face.

"...Is this a bad time?" Cronic asked, turning to look at Aria.