Blackfeather Woods It's not like you're unpredictable

She raised a brow at the stillness of their captured princess, assuming another had weakened her even more. She wouldn't last the winter if everyone just kept on maiming her energy like this; surely they knew? What's the fun in a dead prisoner? The Dark Mistress cleared her throat, placing the herbs and the stick in front of her so she could inspect the items as Nyx took a better look at her wounds. There was the one in her scruff from her escape attempt, that much she knew, but the rest was too bloodied and dark for her to clearly see. This wouldn't do. Would a bath suffice? Surely she could keep the fae under control on their journey from and back the water.

As lively as ever, I see. She mocked in a tone filled with honey. I have not come to harm you, if that is what you think. At least, not if you do not try and run again. Establish trust, get her to talk, leave her in the dust with some excuse. Easy as pie.