Eventually, Edith had allowed her head to sink down onto her forearms, her arms propped onto her knee, her heel on the edge of the bed. She had almost given into crying once again, but bit back the temptation with a grimace and a sharp shake of her head that made her braid sway. Then she had shut her eyes tightly and attempted to sink into a meditative state of mind.

So by the time that a set of footsteps echoed in the hallway outside her cell, The captain had nearly found a state of calm in which she could start to except what had happened to her. She didn’t, therefore, react to the sound of someone approaching... until the key turned in her door that was. The instant she heard the scrape of metal on metal, her head shot up, eyes widening with surprise. She stared at the stranger that stepped inside the room, gaze flickering over his face and trying to place him in her mind. He didn’t look like a guard she knew... Nor was he dressed like a soldier. Her eyes narrowed with suspicion as he casually greeted her with a joke and a chuckle.

After a moment, she spoke. “Who are you?“ Her voice came out low, even and soft, hiding any hint of her wariness.