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[color=6E8E67]Location:[/color] Outside the Eyrie[/center][hr][hr]


While she did not fully hear Mikhail's request to keep her away from the room where torture was to take place she understood the undertones of the whispers.  She could not wrap her mind around how this many could forsake and then try to protect her is sequenced breaths.  Especially since she needed no protections.  It was quite presumptuous for him to assume that she would not be familiar with such things.  He was quite the puzzle and one she, fortunately, did not have to figure out for now.  Her attention was completely caught by Xandar as he removed his clothes without shame.  A light flush touched her cheeks and she smirked.  She was not ungrateful for the sight and it caused her to giggle a little.  A small reprieve from her anguish.

She left the others to do as they liked.  Her new goal was to prepare the funeral pyre.  Jandar offered to stay with her to which she smiled her thanks and lightly touched his upper arm.  Without another word she went into the nearby trees and began to pick up dried sticks for which to use as kindling.  She would first gather as much as she could and then start the platform.  Perhaps Xandar would have some logs cut for her by then.  Fatima also began the process of pulling rocks she found suitable and lay them in a rectangle shape - help contain the flames.