"Veigar?" she asked quietly as the creatures cried out that it's your fault! It's your fault we're like this! and then were silenced. There was something about the fire in her voice that got to her, exhausted as she was, distant as she was. Her collar's fluid was pale now, the inside of it visible instead of bright with the violet fluid.

As he dragged her out, she managed to get to her feet, though still stooped to accommodate his height. While she knew his pride wouldn't allow it to be said out loud, some part of her was pleased to know he cared enough to get her, even if she'd been resigned to her personal hell.

Actually, for a moment she'd poke fun at him. When she spoke, her voice was utterly exhausted, the weariness of her body matching her tone. She didn't have it in her to worry about dignity. Not right now.

"Why are you, of all people, rescuing me from them?"