Zellira froze where she stood. They were offering her...a way out? She ran her hand over her left arm and winced. She turned and pulled up her left sleeve, showing the interact designs that covered her arms. They were scars, puckered and red that had been cut down to the bone. The muscles hadn't knitted back together properly, leaving her in a reasonable amount of pain most of the time. "They've done worse..." she trailed off not wanting to say how much worse. She smiled slightly and looked at Mekoa. "I couldn't come with you anyways. I know where I belong. I know where someone like me," she said, gesturing to the dead bodies once again, "I know where someone like me belongs...and it isn't near the princess." she said smoothly, her sleeve falling down her arm to cover the scars. "I can help you though...at the full moon I will be released again...and I'll bring you what information I am able to gather. I can be more help on the inside than out." she said softly. She turned away again, crossing her fingers she wouldn't die from her injuries this time around.