[ Between Rand's escape earlier in the day, and the steadily increasing count of injuries on their side, things are looking just shy of optimistic on the Kenoma side, when the eve of the fourth night comes.
Misa hasn't been sleeping much, due to the limitations of her own powers, and as the situation goes on, she finds it harder and harder to get rest. Thinking too much about something going wrong, perhaps. It's made worse that Amos's little stunt with getting his throat slashed had shaken her up rather badly earlier in the day, unsavory memories returning to the forefront of her mind, as they had in Venera. As a result, when nightfall comes, she looks as though a wilted version of her usual bright and cheery self, intermittently rubbing at her dry eyes tiredly.
But she's waiting in this particular room for a particular reason. She knows, of course, about Emet-Selch's dealings with the prisoner, everyone does at this point. But she can't help but be curious— or, hopeful, perhaps — that something has come of it. So she waits patiently in the room adjacent, sitting at a low table and picking at some food that the Achamite soldiers had provided them for rations. There's even a portion of similar bread, meat, and cheeses set up on the side of the table opposite to her, too, untouched. ]
Oh, hey, you're done...
[ She perks up when Emet finally enters the room, sitting up more straightly. Immediately, her eyes pore over him, as though a hint as to what's going on in there will be etched onto him— if there's any bloodsplatter to be had, there certainly might be. But Misa refrains from making any comment about anything like that at first, just tapping a nail on the table in front of her. ]
✦ closed to EMET-SELCH
Misa hasn't been sleeping much, due to the limitations of her own powers, and as the situation goes on, she finds it harder and harder to get rest. Thinking too much about something going wrong, perhaps. It's made worse that Amos's little stunt with getting his throat slashed had shaken her up rather badly earlier in the day, unsavory memories returning to the forefront of her mind, as they had in Venera. As a result, when nightfall comes, she looks as though a wilted version of her usual bright and cheery self, intermittently rubbing at her dry eyes tiredly.
But she's waiting in this particular room for a particular reason. She knows, of course, about Emet-Selch's dealings with the prisoner, everyone does at this point. But she can't help but be curious— or, hopeful, perhaps — that something has come of it. So she waits patiently in the room adjacent, sitting at a low table and picking at some food that the Achamite soldiers had provided them for rations. There's even a portion of similar bread, meat, and cheeses set up on the side of the table opposite to her, too, untouched. ]
Oh, hey, you're done...
[ She perks up when Emet finally enters the room, sitting up more straightly. Immediately, her eyes pore over him, as though a hint as to what's going on in there will be etched onto him— if there's any bloodsplatter to be had, there certainly might be. But Misa refrains from making any comment about anything like that at first, just tapping a nail on the table in front of her. ]
I saved some for you.