When the guards changed shifts, Morigan sniffed slightly. She wasn't very hungry, and just picked at the bread given to her, shifting her feet in their restraints tiredly. Her eyes were bloodshot and mostly closed; her sleep had been restless. The first guard had been kind, but she knew that she very likely would not stay so lucky. She answered his answered his questions promptly, and when he gave her a piece of parchment and a quill with ink, she just blinked at it slowly. Then she scribbled something down carefully, in a series of hashes and curves only very few could recognize. She had written the code she used now at the age of three, teaching only Teska and Arlen how to read it.<br/><br/>"This is for my wet nurse." she said softly, handing the paper to him with a shaking hand. Then she returned to silence, staring off into the distance.<br/><br/>The day passed in painfully slow increments. As the sun passed overhead, she grew more and more anxious. "Please, I need to use the privy." she said softly, when the guard had changed for the umpteenth time. The man sneered at her, then jerked his thumb at the corner of her cage, where a small pot sat. "Use that, bitch." he said derisevly, before watching her intently. For the moment, she decided she could hold it.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>