Ysera does not smile back, but there is a sense of understanding and calm that she tries to share non-verbally with her sister.  The unyielding medal and leather of her harness and the muzzle that has robbed her of her voice means that only the weak suppressed innate dragon magic to get her point across.  Keep calm, maybe keep him talking... while we are alive, maybe we can escape.  Unlike Alexastraza, her own eyes are concealed behind her lids still, though they move beneath them as if she can see even with that.  The Dreamer sees all.  Though if she was honest, she did not see this coming.<br/><br/>The sorrow and despair is not allowed to build in her heart, though she does pull hard at the chain at the less than subtle display by Neltharion.  Surely he could not be thinking that... the way he bears the gag, the way he wags the ring gag, all says otherwise.   He glories in his nudity, using it as a weapon against them in a blatant threat that has her heart skip a beat.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>