The sigils flared to life with a dim chilling glow as the blood ape left and the neomah approached. This cage was permanent, not always active but permanent the same. The demoness eyed Wild Heart with a foreign eye, though the expression was analytical more than anything, even with the alien and dispassionate nature of the examination, there was a welcoming appeal that exudes from her. "You are to be clean. I am to clean you. Shall I get a bucket for you to warm, this comes with the price of cooperation. Otherwise we use the cooled water from the fall. You will be clean. Mistress demands it and Thurr left his blood-soiled brand upon your breast, back and hair." The neomah moved to the side of the cavern, bringing the elemental's attention to the collection of leashes, bindings, and chains, some bearing vicious ice-encrusted hooks.