Nyri silently slept, her head burning up as the soldiers uncuffed her. Her legs dragged against the ground, black robes collecting dust as her legs dragged softly against the durasteel floor. She had a soldier on each side of her, each with an arm clamped on one of her shoulders. The young one's head had fallen to her chest, her hair swaying as she was carried into a cell and gently set upon the prison cot within. The cell was left locked and she was later sedated. She coughed again, her head burning.<br/><br/>Another soldier took Zelus, gently carrying him to a free bed in the soldier's quarters of the prison. They left his hands cuffed to the bed and then left a lieutenant to wait for him to wake up.<br/><br/>Hours later, Nyri weakly stirred and looked around. A man stood above her, licking his lips and eating chocolate pudding from a prison tray. "G'morning, love. How are we?"