Ayesha could not help but wince at the shout from Kayla, such fierceness in her words only chilled her down to the bone. She knew that they both understood of the  consequences of being held in this gilded cage, but sill they needed to know what this other really did in order to get in a place such as this. Ayesha placed a calmed hand along Kayla's shoulder and looks over to Zaer." We are in here because of me...I'm the priestess of the Light clan..and I had come from a place of disaster. I came to the Storm clan to warn them, but only one took my message...Kayla and I only know what is coming to this place...and if we don't escape soon, we all will rot here. The council doesn't understand the truth in what I had experienced and believe that all is well, and everything that I experienced is a minor crisis....so if you don't want to tell us what you did, then don't, but don't expect me to give you a helping hand to get out of this hell hole..." her eyes narrow slightly darkening to the prospect.<br/><br/>Frustrated as well, Ayesha slams palm into the door, giving a loud echo.  Cursing in ancient tongue she walked about the room, glancing about the walls and ceiling, hoping to see anything of use. One thing that drew her attention was a torch above them, held high with an iron rod. Thinking over the ideas of what they can use it for, she quickly ran up the wall and used a little ledge of the stone to push up to the tall torch. The only indication of her doing something behind Kayla was the faint grunt she gave as she lunged herself up to the iron bar, and pulled herself up onto it. Now settled along the slightly unsteady  bar, she was about ten feet above the ground. Looking down to Kayla, she goes over the ideas. " Kayla" she whispers somewhat to her from her post." Hand me a pad or blanket so I can snuff out the flame...I can remove this bar and maybe we can use it as a weapon in case needed or a way to get out..." she shifts into a somewhat crouched position looking down to her.