While Tellara was wrapped in the troll's strong arms, there was little she could do but accept the cold, fresh water as it trickled into her mouth. It was his inaudible words that made her want to slap him in the face, whatever he was saying had Mora looking quite distressed, but she cursed her bindings for the thousandth time as she found herself still unable to move freely. She wondered what this man's intentions were. He seemed to be gentle, and tolerant, but that seemed more like a selection of the most appropriate guises for the situation. Her binds enforced her gut instinct not to trust this man one bit, no matter how well he treated them. Having thought that, though, Tellara could not deny the effectiveness of the water, as soon her headache felt as though it had been quelled severely, the level of pain cut in half which would be more than enough until the horrible effect of the drug was fully out of her system.<br/><br/>But what Mora said next made her want to spit the water back in his face, despite that she would inevitably hold it for now. She stood to gain nothing by insulting him. Like she had mused earlier. All she had to do was play along, keeping to an apparent level of submission. Her defiance would be measured in her silent and unwavering willpower, unlike Mora who was screaming her's all over the place. But Tellara could find no fault in her lover's behaviour. She had always been the protective one, and if it had made Tellara snap some time ago, Mora was welcome to go crazy. But she loved the way Mora spoke to her. It made her feel hope when there was none to be found. Mora's words made her feel loved. Tellara could only try and make Mora feel the same.<br/><br/>"I-I know Mora... You'd n-never let anything h-happen to me..." She breathed, smiling at Mora from her propped position, directing unconditional love or sheer hatred at either of the two nearby.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>