Mylanna opens her eyes and looks at the woman as she speaks.  When she smiles at her, Mylanna does her best to return the smile.  While she was not always the best judge of character, this woman did not seem to be playing her and was in fact being genuine.  Her eyes follow her movements, watching with interest as she kneels before the barred opening, the way her hands moved to smooth her skirt.<br/><br/><div align="center"><em>"Women are quite beautiful, are they not though?  Especially the young maidens ripe for marriage... so flexible and simply delicious, are they not?"</em></div><br/>Mylanna tilts her head slightly, listening to her words as she reaches up to wipe her tears away.  The woman continues, and holds Mylanna's interest with rapt attention.  As she speaks, Maylanna's interest grows, giving her not hope, but reason, reason to prove her innocence.  A woman of such beauty, a woman immune to the curse, a woman who enjoyed the favors of another woman.  Mylanna wanted nothing more in that moment but to reach through the bars and embrace her, to taste her lips and revel in her scent.  She had no idea what her deformity might be, and to be honest, she didn't care.  This wasn't a woman for a single roll in the hay, this was a woman that she could share her energy and desires with.<br/><br/>Lowering her legs, folded before her, she looks into the woman's eyes, a more determined look on her face, "what is it about he murder that lead you to seek me?  Why would they think I did this thing?"