Softly sniffing the red rose, Avery was caught off guard when he heard a guard coming downstairs. He got to his feet and stood near the cell door when the guard handed him a gracious amount of food. Well...it was gracious enough for Avery at least. The mage thanked the guard heartily and began digging into his meal slowly and gentlemanly as the guard left. "At least I'm not being starved to death..." Avery thought, taking another bite of his supplement. He had forgotten how good of a chef Cyrus was after having not eaten anything else for awhile. As soon as he got out of here, he'd have to thank the man for his superb culinary talents. But for now, the only person Avery could even talk to down here was himself...and the magnificent rose next to him that was busy bathing in sunlight, but it was far from sentient.