Teraida looked up to her as she spoke about not trusting him. In truth, she was smart not to trust him. After all, trusting a rogue was one thing. Trusting a rogue to lead you out while putting himself at risk was another thing entirely. "Well, The day I speak of, When I make my escape. The road will be clear, and will remain if you can keep up. But I won't be doing all the work now will I?" He said softly, laughing a little coldly as he sunk against the bed. He closed his eyes some, waiting patiently for sleep to come to him again."Get some rest, Fay. I don't doubt that we will be driven to our limits tomorrow... Before the fight, I'll teach you some things. If I know Roark, You and I will be tested tomorrow for sure." He said softly as he lifted his arm around his head, slowly slipping into a light sleep.<br/><br/>His companion in the bed still had that bone knife in her possession. He learned from his time here, Never trust a pretty face. He sighed as the dreams slowly filled the darkness. Finally, sleep when he wasn't in agonizing pain. This suited him just fine as the dreams of his time in freedom were so clear. He smelled the fresh grass, felt the dew between his toes, heard the wind blowing. The freedom that he once knew was gone, him seeing everything around him crumble. He hid it well, but on the inside, he was nearly destroyed. His fighting spirit was still strong, but the sadness that he carried was great. It wasn't the first time he was a caged animal.