Shea sighed. No fight then. She sat back and hurt. A deep hurt that couldn't be fixed by any medical procedure or therapy. Death itself. That was what Carmandia had said. SHe had been talking to Dalia about Mira but it still. Shea winced. Death would have been welcome a long time ago. Instead she had died inside, her mind was gone. She grabbed the padlock and focused, her power dulling the enchantment to keep it closed. While Dalia and Carmandia were talking she took the opportunity to pick the lock with a paperclip. She snuck out behind them. One more time. What could they do to her? She just had to try and get out. One more time.