Sleeping Dragon Shackles around my wrists

He finally spoke, his voice as misused as her own. There must not be much reason for speech as a prisoner, who would bother? His eyes never met her own, not that it bothered her. She had never been one to force submission from those lower than her, though she gave it to those above her or those that deserved it of her.

She nodded in response. He would have to ingest it for the painkiller to work effectively. "Yes," she rasped quietly from where she sat, tone gentle so as not to frighten him.