Gragas and various other prisoners were let out to enjoy yard time. Nyri was left in her cell, the door clanging shut behind Gragas. She took deep breaths, starting to feel even more claustrophobic. The guards led the prisoners down to the yard, letting them have their peace and excercise. Nyri silently fell still against the cot, her head burning and the restraints getting stronger. She knew better then Gragas. The nature of a Jedi was to be resilient and they could survive feats many would consider impossible, just as much as the average Sith. Nyri took a deep breath, then fell still again, shaking.