Cora was amazed that they had managed to avoid laying in a bed of bones, she looked over her shoulder at the hole, gulping as she realised that could have been both of them. She wondered who the bones belonged to, other rebels that hadn't made it this far? It made her stomach churn and for the first time she considered the possibility that her father couldn't be rescued. How could anyone support such an act?<br/><br/>"Yes, they did." She replied to Daz, holding onto the wrist that was slung over her neck, her other arm wrapped around his waist. She hoped that they could walk at a decent pace, not wanting the audience to become bored and force them to run again. She didn't think they'd be able to escape next time, not with Daz's ankle in the condition it was.<br/><br/>"What did you do to get in here?" She asked, hoping he wouldn't think she was prying too soon. Part of her wanted to know, if they were going to travel together they would have to get along. The other reason she picked such a topic of conversation was that she hoped it would be interesting enough that the council wouldn't feel the need to hurry them along. Cora assumed that Daz was part of the rebellion, perhaps he was part of the big attack that had ultimately failed the make any kind of impact on the council.<br/><br/>The redhead noticed that the sky seemed to dim, as if nightfall was upon them. Had the day passed by already? She didn't think she'd been walking for that long. They would need to find somewhere reasonably safe so that Daz could rest, he needed to elevate his ankle if he had any hope of it healing. The pathway they were walking down seemed to go on for a while, until they came to a crossroads. To the left, there was more greenery, straight ahead seemed to lead to somewhere dark, she couldn't see too far into the distance. If they went right, it seemed that the greenery grew more sparse until it disappeared all together, something white taking over the walls. It didn't seem to be the marble from before, it shimmered slightly, light bouncing off the rough, jagged edges. Ice?