Cynthia growls at her at first, then whimpers. A sharp pain pierces through her as cold settles in. She flinches as she hears that she will be kept a pet. She sits up and looks at her bindings. "i can cook. Not being tied to the ground, freezing, and bound with rope though.." she looks her in the eyes, feeling no remorse. "set me free..." a bit of anger in her voice.<br/><br/>Damain layed next to them, eyes still shut. He breathed in and out with his mouth, remarkably not making much of any sound. He seemed comfortable. He turned to his other side, staring at the tent wall. He was close to waking, getting closer every second. He mumbles something intolerable in his sleep.