Satira walks in from the Nobles' Sitting Room. Satira has arrived.

Calisa lies on the bed, propped up by pillows so that she is halfway to a sitting position. Thick blankets are tucked in around her, pulled up to her chin. She's awake now, her gaze turned to the windows and the endless blue sky outside. Tears brighten her eyes - she'd never thought to see it or anything outside that basement again.

Walking quietly into the room, Satira stops by it's entrance. "Calisa?" she asks softly

Calisa raises her head from the pillows, looking towards the door. Or trying to - her eyesight is still not what it used to be. "Satira?" Her voice is about as weak as the rest of her; Satira might or might not hear her.

Seeing a reaction from her sister, the younger girl quickly runs to the bed. Just recently the situation was just the opposite... "Calisa..." she says softly as she reaches the girl. Apparently she's too afraid to touch her. "I was sooo worried... I thought it'd never see you again..." obvious wetness can be seen in the little girl's eyes.

Calisa smiles, pulling a bony arm out from under the covers and reaching the hand towards Satira. There's a splint on the wrist, and Calisa keeps the hand as still as she can. "It's alright, Satira..." A light cough, possible explanation for the tears sliding down Calisa's cheeks.

Satira takes the arm gently, keeping her soft eyes on her sister. "I.." she begins, then stops. "Are you... can you talk? They said I should not disturb you... but I wanted to see you..."

A shiver runs through Calisa. "Stay, please..." Unable to keep a note of pleading from her voice. "You're better now?"

"Yes.. I am" Satira says, holding Calisa's hand with both of her own hands. "They say that I'm all better now like nothing happened... but. but.. I couldn't draw any good pictures... but I promise I'll draw you a good one... okey?"

Calisa smiles again. "Any picture, Satira." She raises her head again, trying to push herself upright. All she succeeds in doing is bringing on another coughing fit.

"How are you feeling?" Concern now fills Satira's voice as she watches her sister worryingly.

Calisa shakes her head, trying to stop the coughing. It slows on it's own, leaving Calisa slumped against her bed. "Better."

"What..." Satira hesitates as she asks the question, holding her sister's hand more tightly, "what happened?"

Calisa takes her time in answering, wondering how much to tell Satira. Her gaze leaves Satira, drifting back to the window. "I was...I was taken by a Whitecloak; I don't know why, or what he wanted..." Her hand twitches in Satira's, protesting against the tight grip.

Satira releases her grip slightly, but still holds it pretty tight - or at least tight for her. She blinks in disbelieve "A Whitecloak? But you're not a Darkfriend!" not the most tactful words.

Calisa begins crying again, softly, and turns her face away from Satira. "No...I'm no Darkfriend." She speaks nearly too softly to be heard, but there is something desperate in her voice.

"I know you aren't" Satira says softly, then adds - even more softly, "I'm sorry...". Seeing that she made her sister cry, tears also begin to form in her own eyes.

This time, it's Calisa's hand tightening on Satira's, heedless of the pain shooting up her arm at this. Slowly, she returns her gaze to her sister. Sadly, "I know." She relaxes her grip, then gives the other's hand a light squeeze, repeating her earlier words. "It's alright."

Emos looks around curiously as he in from the Nobles' Sitting Room. Emos has arrived.

Satira asks, her eyes still wet, but her voice a little more steady "Anything I can do to help? Want me to bring you something?"

Emos walks in, not expecting anyone to be in here, which is evident on his face as he sees the two girls.

Calisa nods, again looking away from Satira. "Food..." She jerks, only now thinking of..."Rennar. How is she?"

Emos decides he shouldn't be here, turning to leave, but trips and falls into the door, bouncing back.

"She's okey..." Satira tries to reassure Calisa. "I'll ask for a servant to bring you something to eat and drink..." changing the subject, "what would you like?"

Calisa gives Satira another smile, but her heart is not in it. "Anything."

Emos stands up off the ground, fixing the hat he wears and moves to step out of the room.

Satira glances back at the 'thud' eyeing the boy for a few seconds. "Boy.." she says, "please bring something for my sister to eat... okey?"

Emos glances at Satira, smiling weakly, then, pulling out a piece of paper, he writes on it. 'I do not know where to go, but I will gladly help if I can.'

Calisa stares towards the boy, trying to make out who it is. And failing, causing a sigh of mild frustration. She looks away from him, away from Satira, and towards the window, forgetting her surroundings again.

Emos glances at Calisa after handing the note over, casually, then looks toward Satira, only to suddenly look at Calisa again, recognition taking his eyes.

Satira reads the piece of paper then hands it back to the boy. "Then ask one of the servants to show you the way to the kitchen". Yes, she's learning the noble skill of commanding commoners allright.

Calisa looks back to Satira. "How long did he have me?"

"A long time..." Satira answers what she must feel to be true. "I thought I'll never see you again..."

Quietly, "I thought the same." She presses the other's hand, then pulls hers away. "I need to sleep, Satira."

Satira nods in understanding. "I will ask them to put the food next to your bed, okey? Sleep well... I'll bring you the picture I promised soon"

Calisa slides her arm back under the covers. "Thank you, sister."