Vyre smiled at Ashia then looked to Inaara and grinned.<span style="color: #8000ff">"Well you heard her, go fetch my dear pet and let her know I need food."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #5900b3">"Mmm... Intoxicated I think is the smart people word? Fermented fruit and hops to drink. Beer and wine." </span>She looked at her wheelchair and growled low.<span style="color: #5900b3"> "Do you have a stick or something I can use to support myself? It'll be easier to shave down there if I'm standing up. I doubt you're strong enough or even willing to get in the shower with me. I can do everything else from that prison though."</span>She looked over the scissors and took two pairs, one she fiddled with to understand its construction before she broke it in half and ran the single blade along her arm.<span style="color: #5900b3">"Your people really are scared of all things sharp and dangerous, aren't you? Well... This will have to do. I'll trim my hair with the other pair, I won't break them. Sentinel's promise. Um... Can you help me back into the chair?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>