Lauralana hung in their arms limply as she was carried into the large Cavern. Her eyes seemed to droop tiredly, but in actuality she was purposefully lowering her lids so that she could dart her vision everywhere, orientating herself wtih the layout even as she was dragged through.<br/><br/>Her eyes take in the preparations, and her heart thudded within her chest at the implications. Good Gods, but the elves and humans were completely blind, dwarves and even the yrch had no clue what was being prepared. A silent prayer is sent up for her friend the dwarf, praying that the Lord of Light would speed his steps and line his tongue with silver so that the freed nations could believe and ready themselves.<br/><br/>So ingrossed with this train of thougth, it was a surprised yelp when she was lowered into a warm pool of water, as soon as the 'helpful' guards released her to step back she scrambled to the opposite side, splashing water in her wake.<br/><br/>Anna follows them into the small duct, her hands stroking her belly, her lips crooning a non-sensical song. She does not reply to the old spawn, instead she slips to the vials of lotions and oils, soaps and shampoos to select several bottles before she simply steps into the warm waters along with Lauaralana. She does not acknowledge the elven woman, does not even seem to look at her rather then through her.<br/><br/>The elf brougth her arms up, the blood from her pierced palms streaking down her arms, and Anna simply grasped these wounded hands, one thumb pressing into the ragged hole causing the elf woman to cry out, and subduing her in this fashion.<br/><br/>