Her eyes continued to bore into him, cynical and probing. She exhaled, the world around her muffling as she mentally peeled back the walls around her mind, one by one. Her lashes flickered closed, her breath washing across him in even waves. In her mind's eye, the world exploded with swashes of color and swirling energy. Pinpricks of life shone all around her, pulsating in the trees, in the ground, buzzing through the air. It was heartbreakingly beautiful, but she didn't allow herself to be distracted. She focused in on the brightest of them all, sitting right before her.<br/><br/>Nervousness. Nausea. Haughtiness. Compliant. Those were the first things that radiated off him, and she didn't care to push any further. Satisfied, she pulled back into the eery quietness of her own mind, sucking in a breath. She shook off the disorientation, swallowing hard to get the taste of him off her tongue. Silently, she uncrossed her legs and brought herself to a crouch, guiding the prepared wineskin to his lips.<br/><br/>She watched him drink and spared him no words, her face unreadable. She'd let him drink it all, and if he'd move to pull back, she'd utter a soft warning that this was his only chance. Only once it was empty would she place it down and yank him forward against his restraints. The longer he got to look at her, the more the rising sun made her child-like form more noticeable. Her race became more of a mystery, her features sharp and eyes more olive shaped than the elven-slanted or human-round.<br/><br/>She numbly untied him, leaving him to untangle himself from the bonds as she tossed a loaf of bread his way. "Feed yourself. Relieve yourself. You have ten minutes," she warned.