Mohini gasped at the other woman's harsh words, and her head swung to look at her, surprised at her daring to make such an outburst. Her eyes showed fear once the noises from the next room stopped, and in her chest, her heart began to pound. "Be silent!" she urged in a harsh whisper in their tongue, not the filthy language of Rome. "Do you want them to send you to the Reaver? He will... will slowly cut your apart, making sure you live to feel the pain of every stroke of his knife..."<br/><br/>Mohini stared at her a moment, "We must wait, bide our time. They will put us on a boat, then maybe we can escape, do you understand?"