The unpleasantness of being swallowed. Not something she'd experienced before, a disgusting and frightful act which set off primal, visceral disquiet. Being eaten is a messy and slow death, a fear so thorough that even in civilized times it pervades masked plays and horror songs, played after the young have gone to bed. A quick memory flash of having snuck out of bed, one such night, so long ago, to listen to a player who before the sun's setting had sung of such wonders, and the nightmares that accompanied her that night after listening to his terrors.

Then a series of experiences she only knows because they remind her of other experiences she's had. Being under the earth, squirming through a tiny hole to find the cave it guards. Hiding in the grass, stalking a merchant from the ground beneath his notice. Hiding in a closet from proctors sent to shoo them to bed, a quick squeeze of hand saying "I am with you, I am here". It was like these things but was it's own thing, but she cannot remember it for itself and so constructs it after, out of fragments of other things.

Sensation again. One's surroundings, the gut-twist of imminent danger. An attempt not at combat, but at flight, her knowledge useless unless delivered. Die if one must but come back first. The swarming of hundreds, here for two, the inelegant dance of scrabbling, furious negation, overwhelmed by pure numbers. The ropes.

Piripiri comes back to herself slowly, within the embrace of those profane ropes. She is not fully herself, yet, and probably will not be when so bound. Her normal stillness of action withheld has turned to action denied, and there is a peace in that, even as she gives a perfunctory shrug of the shoulders, testing her bindings. No give, no escape, as is expected. So instead she floats, thinking of nothing at all, eyes closed and ears tuning out Azazuka's angry threats as useless noise. There will be time, later, for plans, resisting interrogation, escaping or fighting or even just being executed. But for the moment, nothing can be done, it has been enforced that she does nothing, and she relaxes into that blessed relief.