<div class="floatright">(http://i62.tinypic.com/2uorvhc.jpg)</div><br/>Althea sighs relief as her companion speaks, her generous chest rising and falling with her breath.  "No.  I am unhurt.  I think..."  Her voice, while lovely, is not quite so melodic as her elven counterpart's, although it is a bit clearer and stronger.  Experimentally, she wiggles her fingers and toes, while at the same time stretching to the limit of her bonds.  Which wasn't much; Althea hisses in renewed frustration.  The confines of the cell would be enough to limit their freedom, but it seemed that whoever had captured them had sought to limit their mobility, even of their arms and legs.  "Someone's going to pay for this."  The young human woman mutters darkly.<br/><br/>But that was getting ahead of things.  With a sigh, Althea settles back as best as she can, her shapely bare legs shifting slightly beneath her as she adjusts her balance.  "Yes, I am fine.  Other than this, of course."  With an expressive jerk of her chin, she indicates her body, chained and poorly dressed as it was.  "Imprisoned.  Stripped of my clothing, forced to wear this thing..."  She mutters a few more comments under her breath, stopping as she is reminded of her duty as a princess of her people.  Her father would surely not approve.  Taking a deep breath, she flashes a wan smile at Neliamar, her green eyes showing just a hint of their usual brightness.  "What about you?  Are you okay?"<br/><br/>Althea frowns, her delicate features creasing lightly as she considers.  "I didn't get a good look at our captors.  Do you have any idea who they are?  I can't think of any group that would be so bold as to capture both of us.  Certainly none with the power to do so."  Her frown deepens.  Her family had enemies, of course; royalty could hardly avoid acquiring them.  But her family was both respected and strong, and so far as she knew, so was Lia's.<em>And yet... here we are.</em>Althea's soft lips turn up at the corners, the dark humor causing the faintest of smiles.