"I'm not telling you anything." Sola said as she munched on a piece of roasted pork.
She looked comfortable inside her cell. A comfy fur bed with pillows and a blanket. A finely crafted table. Two chairs. A hearth for warmth and light. It was the complete opposite of what a cell usually was.
"I'm not here to force you," I said. I pulled one of the chairs from the table and sat down facing her. "As I said, I'm here to talk."
Sola's eyes narrowed as she finished the pork. She sighed and leaned against the chair, showing that she was somewhat comfortable with me.
Or maybe she had resigned herself to whatever fate she thought I had in store for her.
She eyed me in silence, waiting for what I was about to do next. Across the table, I waited too, allowing some tension to fester in the air.
The table separated us, but only barely. We were within an arm's reach of one another.
