The young woman waited silently as Gabriel walked away, soon returning again, bringing her the clothing. Gabriel's own walk was easy enough, the servants quarters were near afterall, and there were no real noblewoman's clothes present. The most there might have been would have probably belonged to Lady Luna.<br/><br/>Nonetheless, as Gabriel returned the woman remaining quiet in the cell, her wrists bound together as she watched him approach.<strong>"Will you free my wrists to let me dress? I wont try anything. The jailer has the keys."</strong>She spoke warily watching him at the time. Well, if there was a jailer, it was not apparent who or where he was. There was an empty chair set up nearby, with hooks in the wall where keys may have been before, even if it was empty now.<br/><br/>Perhaps for a reason. Most doors gone or broken, there was fairly little use for keys, except for the few rare cells, and with just 1 prisoner taken alive.