"My daughter's curse is none of your concern," the matron said with a slightly sour voice.  But then she sighed, "I don't appreciate being held hostage, and no cabin is going to be a pleasant one when it's a cell."<br/><br/>She was sitting on the bed, and had been scribing something into a tiny hand held journal when Doxi entered, but she closed it and set it on the bed next to her.  "Your beds are soft enough for a ship, and I didn't find any lice, which was a pleasant surprise.  But still, this room does remain a cell, and you remain my captor.  What else needs to be said?"