"…It can't be," she muttered to herself, the voice sounding eerily familiar. Her ears swivelled, trying to pin the sound. Then she noticed a blue light edging in from beneath her. She sidled over to the far wall of her cell, as much as her bindings would allow as she stared suspiciously at where the light was coming from. The floor of the cell had no corners where the walls met the floor. Instead, there was a flat, diagonally-aligned surface running along the corners of the room, and in several of these there were grates, too small and thin for anyling to be able to fit through. Noling imprisoned in this particular cell was going to be able to shapeshift in any way to make use of the opening even if they could remove the grating.