The older woman shook her head.  "Nothing good," she answered evenly as her gaze moved over Felicity like she was inspecting a slack of corn or some other goods at the market.  "You're pretty and soft," she added, "So no doubt he'll be looking to enjoy your flesh.  He may look like a withered old man, but he can still wear out any of the maids he chooses to take to his bed.  Mind your manners and behave and he might be content with that.  But he's touched by darkness in his heart just as sure as all of his tainted offspring."<br/><br/>She moved closer and offered the towel to Felicity, leaving the girl to dry herself.<br/><br/>"If you're lucky, they'll grow tired of you before they maim you or drive you mad.  Once they'll break all of the fear and fire out of you they'll lose interest in favor of some other toy.  Not that you'll be safe from catching their eye when they're bored or upset mind you.  So just put any thoughts of being rescued or saved or escape out of your pretty head and resign yourself to surviving as best you can."<br/><br/>Taking the towel back from Felicity, she offered the girl the chemise.<br/><br/>"And don't ever think dying is an escape," she whispered with a quiver of fear as she leaned closer and helped the girl dress, "There's... something that watches over them and it has a taste for souls.  It lives down below along with the beasts and monsters.  Don't set foot down there or you'll wind up food or worse for them.  You just keep your head down and obey and pray that they grow tired of you quickly."