Faryn just looked at him. Interesting? He would tie her to a dragon for entertainment? Faryn forced herself not to recoil as he towered over her. She straightened her back with nostrils flaring. She would like to see someone try to take advantage of her. She would cut off their balls and feed it to them. Faryn watched the Trusted almost sink against Cromir’s gaze. How horrible did they treat these people to make them shadows of themselves? Clothes tomorrow? What was she to do for the rest of the night? Did he plan to rape her again after his little meeting. Faryn didn’t move as the night went on, continuing to lay on the bed with the Trusted cowering in the corner. She listened intently to their conversations, trying to gain an insight to their interworking’s and relationships, anything she could use against them later on.<br/><br/>When Cormir finally kicked out his men she watched him walk over to the bed. She sat up and moved to the edge so he could not touch her as he slept. She watched him drop his pants and climb in, the mattress bending to his weight. She could feel the pull of the valley he created with his body. Unexpectedly she found his arm wrapped around her waist, dragging her closer to him. She let out a surprised grunt as he did so, her body pressing against his larger one. For a while the elf struggled, her body twisting against his grip. Her silent protests didn’t last long as the iron grip was useless to fight against. So, she remained still, her back pressed against his side, feeling his chest expand with each breath. Faryn stared at the far wall. She had expected to he raped and abused… Not cuddled. It seemed odd that he wanted her by his side as he slept, even a little morbid. A mental abuse if anything else, forcing his rape victim to spend the night cuddled against his body.<br/><br/>Faryn didn’t get much sleep that night, her mind not allowing her to shut off, his sleeping body ever present against hers. She was thoroughly uncomfortable, a light sweat glistening against her naked skin from the warmth he gave off. Eventually though she did manage to fall asleep, the unconscious gift coming in and out throughout the night. Faryn didn’t realize the time when Cromir finally stirred, her sleep pattern being off from the ever wakefulness that night. She woke to the sun shining into the cave and the noise from outside. She stirred as Cromir got up, withdrawing his arm from around her waist. Faryn sat up, looking at him as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes. Her hair was slightly tussled from the braid but nothing a quick brush wouldn’t fix.  The elf brought her braid over her shoulder, fingers making quick work to untie it. The blonde hair spread out as it was released from its prison. She ran her fingers through her hair, brushing it as he yelled for the Trusted.<br/><br/>The timid girl from before came hurrying into the cave, an orange-beige dress the color of dirt cradled in her arms. Frayn watched her come over, offering the dress to her as she had been instructed before. Faryn took the garment and looked at it, taking note of the low neck and lack of concealing skirt. “Enticing your men works against your desire not to make an example out of them.” She spoke, standing with the dress in her hands. Faryn looked at it with obvious disgust. She hadn’t expected pants and a shirt, as she was comfortable wearing but this. It was… Well human servant clothing. Faryn looked at Cromir with obvious dissatisfaction.