She stared at him unblinking and speechless. "<span style="color: #BF0000">So...I'm...Half Daithian?</span>" she asked and took a step toward him. "<span style="color: #BF0000">How long before we reach your home nation?</span>" She asked softly. She wanted to learn more about her father and so far the more that she learned, the more she disliked him.<br/><br/>She nodded and then yawned softly. She was feeling a bit worn down from everything and she was feeling a little hungry also. But she didn't want to ask for too much. "<span style="color: #BF0000">I have taken in so much information today I'm not sure exactly where I stand with you at the moment, but...should I go back to the cell block to rest and wait for dinner?</span>" she asked. Given she'd never been a prisoner before, she didn't know what her rights were and what was asking for too much.<br/><br/>If she were to be being completely honest, she could have cared less about food or anything, her mind kept flashing back to that kiss and feeling his hands on her. She kind of wished he would do it again, but she knew he wouldn't. Not like she was now...