"Accurate?" Alena mouthed, a bit confused. It sounded familiar, but.. Oh! Could she hit a target? "I can hit a target." She whispered, hoping that was what she meant. The cool water on her back surprised her and she gasped, it had been unexpected but welcomed. It had been so long since she had a friend, someone who cared about her, it felt nice, but she knew not to get too comfortable, things rarely worked out for her.

With dinner done she could say no more, she only hoped that they could come up with a plan and leave. She wanted to be free, to not work all day, most days, using her powers until she collapsed from exhaustion. Disappointment filled her as they were ushered from the dining room and back towards their cells, another cold, lonely night in the dark. Once back in her room she climbed on her cot, the broken frame creaking as she did so. Scrapes of metal bars and whimpers echoed off the walls, the nightly lullaby. Though tonight she couldn't sleep, not as her mind was filled with what it would be like to be away from this place, to have freedom... well, unless they were caught and brought back here. Surely it would be much worse for them then, if they were even allowed to live after that. Yet it seemed worth it.

Morning came much too soon, as did the call for her to go to her place at the forge. Her back still hurt, her hands shook as she had to work to control the fire. It was the beginning of the day and already she felt weak, tired... How could she stand all day? A whip cracked and she felt the sting as it hit the back of her thighs. She stumbled but felt more awake, the fire growing hotter. She just had to make it through the day...