Fitz laid in his bed, his chest bandaged, they actually don't need to do this. Fitz sat up, ignoring the blistering pain, he leaned on the stone wall, breathing with relief also with his only lung left.

"Well, what did she say?" Giselle sat on the edge of his bed.

"Who?"

"That physician, I already gave up to remember her name." Giselle laughed, she not only looks like Sophie, but sounds like her, too. 

"Three days in bed." Fitz rolled his eyes, Giselle took his hand, relaxing onto the bed with her eyes closed. "How's training?" Fitz asked, filling up the silence between them. 

"This is something you would not want to hear, Fitzy." Giselle scooted closer to him.

"Since when are you calling me by that?" Fitz couldn't help smiling a little.

"Can I, Can't I?" Giselle let out another laugh, letting go his hand.

Fitz petted her head gently, something he should do with Sophie. Giselle sat up immediately.

"Hey!" Giselle exclaimed.

"Am-" Fitz's words was cut off by soft thumps, louder and louder. "She's back." Giselle jumped off the bed as Fitz laid back onto his bed.

"Miss Forkle." the physician nodded to Giselle.

"I told you to call me Giselle."

"I'll try." the physician replied.

Fitz laid in bed, pretending not to be stunned. Forkle? isn't she a Sencen? Wait. Or is that Gisela's last name? There are a lot of possiblities Fitz had no time to figure out.

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"Actually, there's no plan, just letting nature take its course." Gisela asnwered. "Sometimes, I don't even know what I'm doing."

"Do you expect me to believe that?" Sophie rolled her eyes in her damp cell.

"Believe it or not." Gisela shrugged. Keefe groaned from the other cell, as the sounds of whips appeared.

"What are you doing?" Sophie yelled to Gisela, who sat comfortably in front of her.

"Celebrating his first month here." Gisela answered. "Pain makes you strong, Moonlark, you'll be next."

"STUFF HIS MOUTH, WILL YOU?" Gisela shouted to the ones in Keefe's cell after he let out another scream.

"Sorry." was the only reply.

Gisela sighed as she went to check on her son. She gave an approving nod. "You can leave now." The one who just finished torturing Keefe took Gisela's place, his face stained with Keefe's blood

Gisela took the whip from him, grabbing Sophie, kicking her all the way to Keefe's cell. "A fabulous masterpiece, isn't it?" 

Keefe laid in the corner, his eyes dull, the rise and fall of his chest heavy. Long red slashes and his ripped shirt decorated his pale shin, as well as the spilled blood on the stone wall and floor. His usual blond hair now tinted with his own blood. His forearm in the other corner, which Fitz slayed off.

Sophie felt tears filled her eyes, threatening to escape. She shut her eyes tight, turning away with tears on the corner of her eye.