The elf woman did not bother to struggle, as he placed her into the cage, locking her in and swinging her out over a terrifyingly deep drop. Her head bent and twisted, long silken strands of hair catching in the constant chill wind and fluttering outward through the bars of the cage while she gazed down, down, down.<br/><br/>The position she was forced into was incredibly uncomfortable, but she endured it as best she could, her small form shifting and worming until she could manage to sit, almost as if she were perched - the position pressed her damaged back up against the bars of the cage, though, and sent fresh tears sprouting from eyes that left the gap below to the horizon again, and she stared, waiting.<br/><br/>Waiting.