Lauralana suffered the hour in mostly silence, Ana's torment eating at her with every moan, spearing the pain of guilt through her heart that hurt far more then the spikes driven through her palms. She had given up trying to pull herself off the spikes after the first few attempts sent more blood running down her arms and pain to flash through causing her to cry out.<br/><br/>When Halae finally re-emerged, it was a pitiful sight that hung from the wall of the wagon. Sweat streaked her brow, and her sandy matted silver hair hung in clumps around her face, the points of her ears flicking violently. Her green eyes glared, narrowing as Tristan is brought back, the sorrow of that sight hidden deep within her heart.<br/><br/>An elven swear is uttered when the spawn moves closer, and Lauralana worked up the last bit of moisture in her mouth to spit at Halae, a small bit of resistance as she could not even back away from the spawn's fingers as they tread up her flesh. "Should you really take the time to do such? I believe your father is calling his little bitch-daughter home for a quick rut?"