"...thank you," Felicity whispered, unable to find much more of her voice, but unwilling to let the woman's kindness (such as it was) go unanswered. Her arms wrapped around herself as she followed out of the room, avoiding as best she could looking at let alone into the cages that lined the hallway with their array of unfortunate guests.<br/><br/>The guardroom was little better, and Felicity spared an unhappy glance toward the slavegirl being used by two of the men, and wondered - would Owen's unit rotate into Ravenroost? What would he possibly make of all this?<br/><br/>Her head dipped again, eyes on the other woman's heels as she kept as close as possible, praying that they would meet no one else on the way through the winding halls of the place to where she was to be company for the Baron.