Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-11457306-20140704014014/@comment-11457306-20140706001355

Rowan was looking over Saga, with a frown on his face. The woman was curled on her side in a fetal position, dead asleep, when he finally made his way over to her to check her over. He'd been in the middle of treating the worst of the Arena combatants for the day and had not had time to even ask if she was critically wounded. He'd made sure she wasn't bleeding and that was it.

Now he was evaluating. "Saga," he said softly. "Saga."

She roused, blinking up at him. His was he only voice in the prison she did not fear. "Why are you here?"

"I...passed out in the mines.  I got no meal last night."

"What?  Why not?"

"I'm not sure, but I think because my new cellmate hid a piece of metal from the guards.  When they found it..."

Rowan sighed. There was not much he could do for malnutrition and abuse. He could give them a good meal and let them rest, but then he had to let them go back. His heart ached for this woman. She was younger than himself and she looked to be much older. "How long have you been here, Saga?"

"Five years."

Gods. He felt as if he were looking at a patient whom he had just discovered was suffering from a wasting disease. He knew she did not have much longer. "Lie still.  I'll get you some food."