[i]”[b]Do it.[/b]”
“[b]No.[/b]”
A pause. “[b]Do it.[/b]”
“[b]No![/b]”
“[b]Push her.[/b]”
“[b]No! Please don't-[/b]” There was a gasp, followed by blood curling screams.
“[b]The more you fight us, Princess, the more painful this will be.[/b]”
Sobs could be heard, a woman coughing through her tears.
“[b]Again.[/b]” 
“[b]No.... please...[/b]”
More screams. “[b]Don't![/b]” A thud of a body hitting the ground. “[b]Ah, dammit. Remove him. Do it again.[/b]”
“H[b]ow long?[/b]” Asked a male voice over the shrill screams of a woman.
“[b]As long as she fights.[/b]”
“[b]Then she's mine.[/b]”
Vier'na smiled. “[b]Yes, Drugan. Then she's yours.[/b]” She turned her head. “[b]So, friend. How much more of this do you think she has in her?[/b]”
Bright blue eyes glared back as another scream broke through the air.[/i]

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Envy's eyes snapped open as he woke, beads of sweat running down his cheek. He was sitting up in the infirmary chamber, leaning back against the cold stone wall. The whole of his body was shaking, and he couldn't decide if it was his nightmare or the damned poison. The little antidote had blocked the brunt of it, but he was still struggling with controlling his body, unable to do much more then sleep and sweat.
He lifted his hand and wiped his face. His nightmare had seemed so real. The sounds... her screams still echoed in his head.

Groggy, he turned his head and saw the pitcher of water on the table beside a glass. His arm went out and, in his weak clumsiness, knocked the glass to the ground where it shattered. Frowning, he stared at the pitcher, willing it to magically hydrate his parched throat.
Then he noticed Taris' red eyes blinking at him. “Assassin.”
The other elf frowned. “Envy?” His sight was still incredibly blurry. “You know that its creepy, you just sitting there.” The dark elf chuckled, bringing on a thick, rattling cough, his whole body jolting. “What's wrong with you?” Taris glared.
Envy rested his arm across his forehead. “Sibling hatred.” He answered shortly. The wound on his shoulder was healing nicely, but the one in his ribcage from Vier'na's blade was inflamed and angry. “How do you feel?”
The shadow elf was silent for a bit. “Better.” Gingerly, he lifted himself up, testing his mobility. He felt something crack on his skin and he blinked, touching his arm.
“Took the liberty...” Envy panted. “..of allowing Cainne to-” he choked. “Salve.” He motioned weakly to the dried green paste that cracked on Taris' skin. Paget came in, hearing Envy's coughs and fetched another glass, pouring him water and holding it up to him, then offered another to Taris. They both drank deeply. “Thank you.” He gave her an appreciative smile. She handed him a dry cloth and swept up the broken glass and left again.

“Business, Taris. You've got to get better.” He wiped the dry cloth across his face, moping up the sweat. “I've got to get better. And we've got to get Aera back.”
He noted the pained look on Taris' face. “Yea, about that, Envy, explain to me how she got taken?” There was an obvious hint of irritation in his voice.
“Long story.” He paused, unsure about how much of herself Aera had told the assassin. Or how much he knew about her through his contacts. “When she was younger, she killed one of their princes. Fellow named Ferân. Killed a few of them, the group of them that were kidnapping children throughout the realm. It was when they learned about her curse.” Taris noted the way he spoke about the Kartaians, disassociating himself with them. “From then on, she was something they wanted.

“I put a ward on her earrings. Those teardrops she always wears. To keep them from finding her. When she removed them, she exposed herself. After that they were just waiting for a decent distraction.” He frowned, knowing that it couldn't have been that simple. There was more to them finding her, but he couldn't figure that out. His thoughts were muddled under the fever.