"It's best to stay back and draw less attention to yourself, " Lana said from the corner. "That way is best if you want them to leave you and your friend alone. Once they're done getting information from ye, they'll either kill you or leave you to rot along with the rest of us."
Katahnia's eyes stung wtih tears, those of which she blinked back before turning to face the other prisoners. Lana saw the tears and smiled.
"I'm Lana, Lana Gimble."
Katahnia nodded.
"You can call me Kat."
Lana nodded and moved to step nearer to the new girl, unlike the others, who still remained rigid and off to one side of their cell.
"Well, hello, Kat. It's nice to meet you, though a shame we couldn't have met on other terms."
Katahnia nodded, brushing some tears away. Lana frowned.
"Cheer up, there are worse places you could be, love."
"Worse places?" Katahnia smiled, shaking her head as a few tears slipped down her cheeks.
"Yes, you could have always been a prisoner of the church."
"The church?" Kat repeated.
It was then Conall was brought back in, tossed inside the cell like nothing more than a sack of potatoes.
"Conall!" she rushed to his side, scrambling to be beside him as her eyes grew wet with tears.
"You there, girl," he said, narrowing his gaze upon her. She looked up at him, her lips trembling before she set her jaw, eyes aflame, but vision blurred by tears.
"You bastard," she said, getting to her feet and going after him, but Lana held her back. The guard simply rolled his eyes and shut the door.
"Come morning, we'll be taking you elsewhere, woman. We have.... some more questions." And although by now the celldoor had been closed andd Katahnia finaly released from Lana, Kat slowly approached the cell door, staring back at the guard who seemed to be giving her a testy stare through the bars. And she did the only thing she could think of- and she spat onto his face.
The man stood there a moment, raising his leather glove to smear it off his cheek. Then he smirked over at her, staring back into her eyes that flared wildly.
"Oh, we'll have fun questioning you.." then he walked away.
Katahnia remained, trembling, and when Lana touched her shoulder, she tore away, then dropped over to Conall's side, hot tears bubbling forth.
"Conall? Conall please.." she spoke, gingerly shaking his shoulder. "Gods... Conall.." and she covered a hand over her lips as tears began to stream down her face as she wept over his unconscious form.