[ Salome wrings her hands in her lap, shaking her head as she looks down solemnly. The idea of lifting her gaze to see the sincere concern - the one that she can just hear in his voice alone - in his expression makes her heart sink.

She shouldn't be here. She shouldn't be admitting to any of this. She needs to hide away again. ]

I'm unsure. I haven't spoken much to our kidnappers since we were brought here, only giving them any sort of attention when they call for us. [ She's stubborn and hates that she was brought her to begin with, but who doesn't feel some ounce of animosity to their captors? ] I may feel differently the longer we're here, but time will only tell.

[ Salome then stands, hands brushing the skirt of her habit. ]

But that's enough of a break for us both, isn't it?