Nyri looked up, soft and quiet. She winced as the trooped shoved her roughly back down then gave a sigh. "Y-Yeah... A visitor would be nice about now, thanks," she called, glaring up at the soldier then sinking back into the covers. The room was cold and I felt increasingly tired. Was this how one became weak? Extensive rest?<br/><br/>She looked up as he continued, laughing softly. "You.... You're alright," Nyri whispered, then fell silent again. Her hair continued to rub on her shoulder, slowly driving her mad as she couldn't move in these restraints. She wrestled slightly, only to have a trooped straddle her and force her down. "Stay put, girlie."<br/><br/>Nyrvia fell still immediately, staring at the ceiling in terror. She didn't move.