Aila expected the rogue to dash for the doors the moment she opened the cell door for him. But Harry slipped out, his eyes glancing around nervously, his hands fidgeting as he kept his distance to her. She knew the rogue didn't trust her, and if she was in his predicament, then she would feel the same, so it was understandable. She hoped, though, that he wouldn't cause any issues for her with Cassius.
Aila walked ahead, glancing back at the rogue, who was looking wide-eyed at the castle and the hallways they were walking through.
"What is this place?" He asked under his breath. "Who else lives here? What's with the music? Are you sure I can't just leave-"
Aila stopped and abruptly turned to him. "Look, I'm in my own kidnapped situation myself at the moment. Don't make me regret releasing you, okay?" She searched his eyes, refraining from staring too long at his scarred eye. Then muttered. "I still have to tell Cass about this."
