[ The day after Rand's capture, he'll hear the door to the prison cells opening. The footsteps that approach are light and careful, doing their utmost not to disturb the fragile silence of the room. When they finally arrive at Rand's cell, he'll find that they belong to a small, thoroughly cloaked girl, probably familiar to him as one of the Kenoma who contributed to putting him in this mess.
When she sees that he's partially petrified, she hesitates, suddenly unsure of what she should do — because the things she's brought along on a tray (a rudimentary sandwich and a cup of tea) have suddenly been rendered problematic. Never mind if he can use his hands; can his body even process food like this?
... Well, in the end it's all magic, so it's probably not worth puzzling over.
More importantly, it seems like Rand is currently in a state of extreme discontent, which she thinks is fair. He would be justified in wanting to kill her. Even so, he needs to eat at some point, and so she sets her tray down and speaks up, her soft voice making its way politely through the room like a cotton ball on a shallow slope. ]
I brought you some food... and tea. It isn't poisoned.
[ Which is just what a liar would say, she supposes, but he'll just have to trust her on this. ]
day 3... sometime
When she sees that he's partially petrified, she hesitates, suddenly unsure of what she should do — because the things she's brought along on a tray (a rudimentary sandwich and a cup of tea) have suddenly been rendered problematic. Never mind if he can use his hands; can his body even process food like this?
... Well, in the end it's all magic, so it's probably not worth puzzling over.
More importantly, it seems like Rand is currently in a state of extreme discontent, which she thinks is fair. He would be justified in wanting to kill her. Even so, he needs to eat at some point, and so she sets her tray down and speaks up, her soft voice making its way politely through the room like a cotton ball on a shallow slope. ]
I brought you some food... and tea. It isn't poisoned.
[ Which is just what a liar would say, she supposes, but he'll just have to trust her on this. ]