Ceale moved beside Kalis as they made their way to the PRIDE OF PUMAS landing bay. His grip on her arm was tight but not painful and he was walking quickly, Ceale barely able to keep up. Ceale was frightened by this odd occurrence. She knew who Kalis was… her tormentor's son… but in nearly six weeks he had done nothing but come to their cell and watch them from the monitors in the long corridor. Ceale had not had to endure Pusintin's touch for almost three full days now and with the clothes and food that had begun magically appearing in their cell these last weeks she was nearly fully recovered. She turned her head to the side of Kalis's face as they walked.
"Where… where are you taking me?" She asked with a tremble of fear in her voice.
