It was hard to not feel sad for the poor Miller girl, as well as her lover. To love someone enough to run away from all you knew for them...that was not a feeling Willow had ever known. She'd feel a little envious if it was clear the situation had clearly turned tragic in the end. Separated from her lover and sold to be more meat for a death pit like this. While Willow had not been adventuring for to long in the grand scheme of things, she was confident in her ability to make it out of this hell hole alive...But even for all the strength evident in her build it would do little to make up if Calah didn't have the killer instinct or confidence of a warrior.<br/><br/>She reached out near the end of her story and placed a comforting hand on Calah's "I'm sorry that happened to you."<br/><br/>She turned her head instinctively at the sound of the bell. Watching the magic light go out and darkness settling in. Her dark vision kicking in momentarily painting the cell world in shades of grey. Lights out...morning would be upon them before they knew it...She doubted she had the people skills required to rally this cell in any meaningful way. Better to keep her knowledge of the monster to her self for now at let them sleep as best they can. She can spread the word in the morning maybe and see about organizing a plan among the experienced fighters.<br/><br/>She turned her face back to Calah, her hand still on hers she gave it a comforting squeeze. "She thing Calah." She laid herself down on the stiff sleeping bunk, making sure to leave plenty of space for her new companion to be her big spoon tonight.