Pain and hunger had kept Rasha from the sleep she needed. Drifting half-awake and half-asleep, the satyrix wasn't sure if the noise by the door was real. The slamming of the door shocked Rasha awake, just in time to by blinded by the lantern's light.<i>"Hnnnngh!"</i>Shielding her eyes from the light with her arm, Rasha sat up, ignoring the sharp sting from her shoulder as she stared at the silhouette of the paladin. Huh, he was back earlier than she had expected. Rasha had figured the paladin would let her linger and grow weaker for a few more days before trying again. She tried to mock his weakness for returning so soon, but her hand went to her throat after trying to speak. Her taunting earlier had been a mistake, having practically broken her voice to do so.<br/><br/>Rasha's surprise grew as he slid the foot tray between the bars of her cage. Cautiously she slipped down from the wooden bench, inspecting the rice and beans as he worked the lock. It was better than the gruel she had been expecting, but she missed the presence of nearly raw meat.<b>"Eat!"</b>The paladin's words caught Rasha off guard, and she obliged him with a grumble. Obeying only because how hungry she was, and how much she needed to regain her strength to escape. If he thought to command her, he was a fool, but she could not let her pride get in her way of her freedom. Watching him enter and sit down, Rasha gathered the rice into small balls using her claw-like fingers. Taking only small bites at a time as to not overexert her famished stomach.<br/><br/>She snorted through her nose as he asked after her name, focusing her attention instead on the food. When he pulled that canteen out, Rasha glared at him out of the corners of her eyes. Anger briefly flaring at how he mocked her thirst with his actions.<i>"Bastard..."</i>she hissed between her teeth, approaching the armoured man warily.<i>"Queen fuck you."</i>Rasha snarked, ignoring how her throat hurt as she grabbed that canteen. She sighed as he did not relinquish the flask of water, her shoulders briefly sagging as she relented.<i>"Rasha, my name is Rasha, you wretched human! Rasha Bloodsong!"</i>She tore that canteen from his hand, desperately drowning the shame of her minor defeat and her thirst, not daring to waste a single drop.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>