Watching as Elara calmly entered the cell, bending down towards Sybil so closely, Cyne almost shivered at the thoughts of what might have happened if he'd not be so accepting of his own predicament. Even from behind the guard, Elara, and the cells bars, he could see Sybil's discomfort. He knew the feeling for her would be nearly palpable. The thick and heavy cloak did little to hide how tense the young woman was as well, suddenly being exposed physically to two vampires with no way to utilize her magic. Her jaw was clenched so tightly, Cyne worried she might break her own teeth.<br/><br/>Sybil refused to look at the vampire as the doors opened as she tried to hide her fear, and disgust, when the leech queen bent down and wrapped a cold, firm arm around her. She wasn't about to argue with a warm bath and a meal, but she couldn't help but gaze at Prince Cyne, hoping that somehow, he'd accompany her. This place isn't where she wanted to be, even if it was hospitable to her for a moment. The king's own bath and bread wouldn't stop her from leaving here with Prince Cyne when she had the chance. Her mind raced, trying to figure out how they would escape a whole city of vampires and make it back to the portal before they closed it up.<br/><br/>"Your generosity doesn't go unnoticed Queen Elara," Cyne spoke, every click of her heels making him appreciate the lack of bloodlust she shared with her predecessor. One thing that edged onto his mind though was Elara's intentions with the bathtub. He wasn't sure if she'd attempt to welcome Sybil into her kingdom the same way she'd introduced him, but he hoped for both their sake that she didn't. Even the quip of them coming in thin wasn't enough to persuade his mind to think about something else. Even the way Elara had her arm wrapped seemed almost like a harlot guiding a drunkard to a room.