The blue-tinged woman has resigned herself to captivity within this land overflowing with beastly brutes. She has been prisoner within this new corner of land for many days and despite her original certainty that Jaskier would come to her rescue, she has remained confined within invisible walls. Her thoughts share the darkness of the night encircling her too-thin form. The only essence of light is the moon attempting to reflect off the snowy patches of her coat. The encroaching despair within her mind is a wolf refusing to be kept at bay and she teeters at the edge of succumbing to the vicious onslaught of blood thirsty teeth once more. Why continue to strive for health when even Jaskier has forsaken me? Her thoughts continue their downward spiral as she remains in the literal shadows she wishes could consume her whole.

The deep tenor of nearby vocalization immediately draw her attention outward - any approaching male here could pose even further threat to her sanity. Delicately fluted ears pin firmly to her poll as her amber eyes scan the night before latching onto the pale form of the giant that approaches her. How is every man here a behemoth? she wonders in frustration. Her distrust remains even as he extends greeting in both word and action, yet she returns her own breath for fear of offending the massive stallion. "Anne....I am the captive," she returns his words with her own dipped in sarcasm. His next words are enough to elicit a sharp, bitter, laugh before she attempts another reply. "Who wouldn't enjoy being held against their will after being ripped away from their loved one?" Her words are snarky - she has had enough of the tears and pleading more accustomed to her usual demeanor as of late.

She moves a few slight steps away in hopes of disappearing back into the ever encroaching shadows but Tyr's last question causes her to pause as her eyes connect with his. Is this a joke? she wonders silently as she attempts to take measure of the man before her. He is but another stranger and she does not possess the power to properly assume any hidden motives, yet her instinct is to not take his word at face value. Nevertheless, his last question has commanded every ounce of her attention. "I would say that you are a few weeks late - but I would not be opposed to leaving." Her gaze continues to hold the stallion's with a steady ease. Will he truly let her go, or is this a ploy? Even if I go, does Jaskier even want me? Every inch of her body is on high alert and prepared for flight if needed even as she mourns inwardly for the things she has lost. Perhaps this Tyr will prove honorable and permit her to return to wherever it is she belongs.