Iris could tell that the pair of them were getting under each other’s skin, the way Ethan acted it was clear that Caspain had unnerved him. Annoyed him and she probably hadn’t helped either. Though at the same time Caspain was defending her, standing up for her even as Ethan taunted them both about punishments. Seeing the way Ethan had hesitated her gave her a slither of hope, perhaps he was considering how crazed he sounded? [color=f49ac2][i]No. He is just hurt, that bullet must have hurt. Another thing I caused, my fault. Ethan won’t let that one go, not easily[/i][/color]. 

The weight of their situation was settling in, the sound of metal bars and patter of footsteps across the concrete floor. Rebels or guards with guns ready to spring into action if they tried anything funny. Security wasn’t top notch here, not like the Capital, but it was enough to keep them in whatever cell they had chosen to lock them in. though thankfully for Iris Ethan had relented and allowed them to stay together. Though at what cost she didn’t know, but they would get through it together. The past week had been crazy, between the destruction of Bel Bicis, the bombings and even the kidnapping of Cas. It had been quite the wild ride already and she felt like it was coming to an end. A bad one at that. 

With each passing minute and day, it was hard to keep pushing down the guilt when Iris still blamed herself for everything that was now happening. To Iris had she not listened to Ethan, swayed by his words she never would have lured the Prince from safety. There would never have been a kidnapping and although she would have been found out as a rebel, they were most likely to arrest her, lock her up before throwing her back to districts. [color=f49ac2]“You’re hurt.”[/color] Whispering as she looked over at Cas as she sat herself on the hard iron bed that was in the cell. As much as she wanted to keep apologising to him, speaking about how this was her fault she knew Cas would have none of it and right now dwelling on the matter wouldn’t help. 

[color=f49ac2]“I… my throat.”[/color] Grimacing slightly as she raised her hand, fingertips brushing against the discolouring skin that had started to swell from the force that had been used. In that moment Iris had thought she was going to die; she had been so close from death but then Cas had been the same too back in her home with her father. Regis had nearly killed him, though what did it matter now? They were going to get their goal; her father was going to win this unless by some miracle they were able to escape this prison. 

[color=f49ac2]“Maybe he will see reason. My father might… I don’t know.”[/color] Sighing softly as she placed her hand on his shoulder, though thoughts went back to the fact Ethan had said he was on retirement. [color=f49ac2]“Are you okay?”[/color] It was a silly question to ask because deep down she didn’t think he would be okay. The fact is he was here to die, how can anyone be okay with their life that had barely just begun end so quickly? [color=f49ac2]“Maybe your father is still looking for you… they could find this place and rescue you.”[/color]