How Does This Make You Feel?

As she spoke, her mind drifted elsewhere, daydreaming about the words that left her mouth. Scylla smiled, and then moved away. Kaija didn't pay much mind to it, choosing to let her eyes drift closed for a moment. Lingering somewhere between consciousness and sleep, she startled a bit when Scylla returned and lowered a ladder down, encouraging her up.

Like father like daughter, somehow Kaija narrowly avoided further imprisonment. Not that she was the least bit cognizant of what was really going on right now. She wouldn't question it, moving on unsteady paws up the slab of wood until she was on solid ground once again. Free.

It didn't really register to her that she ought to be celebrating though. A grin touched her lips as Scylla drank down the same concoction she'd given her - for the first time in awhile, a real expression of happiness, genuine despite how intoxicated she felt. "Cheers," she said, moving a few wobbly steps away before sinking to the ground. Maybe a more sober wolf might run for the hills now that she was free, but doing anything but running sounded great.

"Do you have anyone who'd come looking for you? If you were trapped in a pit?" Kaija asked after a beet, bleary eyes fixing on Scylla. She clearly didn't, not really, not the way she wished she did.