More than anything the Baron's son had said to her, this man's soft, cruel words filled her with a visceral dread, and at the last, one slim hand flew to her throat, fingers curling around the collar that clung there. Torn between trying to tear it from her, and wanting to beckon  the eye of the Lady to try and save her lost sister, her head bowed behind a curtain of silver hair, and a tear slid down the curve of her nose.<br/><br/>It dripped away, missing her bent-up legs and the cold metal of her cage, falling for countless seconds into the chasm far below, a wet spatter where no one dared tread."Lady prevent," she whispered mournfully, fearing she was herself now too late to be saved. To be in the grasp of Malakai's minion; it was a fate that one dared not dwell on, back in the forest that now lay beyond the distant horizon.<br/><br/><em>Hurry,</em>she pleaded, not even forming the word upon her lips as she searched for sign of approach. He must have arrived by now; soon, she hoped, a quiver would be gathered.