OOC: Hope it's ok that it's night now... (I'll delete if it isn't..)
Alyssia woke to nothing. It was dark, the sun having retreated, giving the moon it's turn in the sky. For a moment she thought she might have actually died, but slowly she began to pick out the forms of her fellow captives and all the events of the past few months flooded back. The branding, the beating, the crawling, a boat and then chains... and pain. So much pain. Her mouth was numb now, she brought up her left hand and massaged her jaw slowly, it didn't appear to be broken - that was a relief.
Slowly she edged herself up the hay pile into a seating position, simultaneously sweeping her filthy hair out of her eyes and behind each ear. For the first time in a while, she didn't feel threatened. She knew the Ramorughaur could be trusted, a noble, honourable people, more so than her own... she hadn't always thought it was so. Sighing, she sank back into the hay, where would she go from here? Where could she go?
"Awake, anyone?", she asked timidly, deciding she had slept enough.