Blackfeather Woods Have you ever tried to get to your feet with a sprained dignity?

He had learned how to torture, to coerce words out of a prisoner. He had hurt people, both psychologically and physically, but now he was in a paradoxical position. Now he was trying to convince someone that he was not here to hurt them, that they were falsely imprisoned, with true sincerity. It felt strange to him. He did not blame her for being skeptical. But he had no reason to hurt her, no motive, no information to be squeezed out. Her wooden response did not make him feel any better about the situation. He merely watched her for a moment, wondering if she ever would take a bite, before rising and turning away from her, leaving the cave.