Yasmin's stomach clenched, a sick feeling churning deep within her. For all that hanging out in a cell wasn't ideal, strangely enough, for those hours she had managed to kind of forget about the outside world and what awaited them. Crazy as it was, she could have stayed in that place longer.
Were their heads going to roll with that of Agrian's master?
Feeling ill, Yasmin followed along with Agrian, sliding in close to him.
"Alright, thunderthighs," she said, squeezing him on the shoulder. A bit too hard, her anxiety pouring into her grip. She kept her voice low. "Serious question. When I die, what crude gesture should I die doing and how long does it take before rigor sets in? You know, so the pose really holds. I'm thinking something symbolic of the way I came into the world, and of how the world treated me after."
As she said it, she held up both hands, middle fingers up and aimed at the guard in front of them.
