Blackfeather Woods One goes to the morgue and the other to jail

She bore his anger patiently, not flinching as he launched his tirade, though the sudden switch from pleas to screaming had her heart skip a beat. She could sense the fear in him, beneath the anger that nearly overpowered it. He couldn't not be afraid in a place like this, she had been terrified, and at the dim memory of faces in the dark and that other captive, she flinched. But his words turned to the answer she had hoped for, the one she had been uncertain of herself, before finally admitting that her pack didn't care for her; she had given them nothing to care about. 

 "good"  Cassiopeia said, sensing suddenly the overwhelming panic in the boy, and speaking lowly, a little quicker now. "if they care, if they'll come, you'll be freed. they won't risk you for a fight."  She reasoned, not knowing if it was completely true but saying it all the same. The sudden introduction of the boy had shaken her, turned things on her head, had her mind wander to things it had not to in weeks. "there was another captive, before you. she was freed." She added, not wanting the boy to dissolve completely into panic, blurting whatever reassuring things came to mind. She wanted to salvage the conversation, learn what she could quickly so that she may reason with Vaati.