Draiss stared at the kitsune after two hours of searching her cell, his soul in tatters after what he had seen. His nightmares were creative, his personal room even moreso. Neither held a damn candle to this place. This kitsune wasn't Ama, he knew that in a heartbeat, but her pain was beyond obvious. He knelt down beside her, and gently touched her mind, not willing to touch her, just giving her a gentle warmth like one was in the embrace of a friend or lover, and letting her know she would be going home soon. He put a bit of power in her, enough to help her see through the illusions, though it was like a solid fog rather than reality, before standing up, and heading off to find the Warden. These places always had one.