Tamrissa finds her way quietly into the underground cells. Only one is occupied at this point and it holds one of the last live Hell's Wind.

"It is good to see you are still here, Zera. For a moment I thought Thisias had disguised you and taken you with him," she puts her hands against the bars on the door of the cell and peers in. "How goes it?"

She frowns at the sight of the woman lying curled on the floor with her head lying on her arm.

"Hello there?" she turns her head and calls down the hallway, speaking again only when a spirit pops its head down from the ceiling in front of her. "Get her a pillow and a blanket at least. No matter her crimes, her comfort is not going to change the horror of her death."

Her eyes go to Zera again. The redhead opens her eyes and stares back. With a small shift, a yawn parts her lips wide. She continues to gaze lazily back at Tam.

"Do not give me that accusing stare, Zera, I gave you more of a chance than I should have given you. I gave my judgement over you to someone else. If it had been up to me, a worse sentence would have been given than death."

The woman stares for a moment longer than lets out a purring meow. Tamrissa's eyes harden.

"You are not amusing and you certainly are not going to gain anyone's pity by acting insane."

After stretching while Tam made her comment, Zera gets up onto all fours and crawls gracefully towards the door. She puts her hands up on the door and drags her nails down over the splintered wood, eyes locked on the barred window where Tam looks in.

"I will see your head put on a pike after Cameron is done with you," she hisses down at the wide-eyed Hell's Wind.

She steps down from the step in front of the door and turns swiftly away, walking down the hall.

"No, take them back, she doesn't deserve them," she waves at a spirit carrying a blanket and pillow. "Keep an eye on her though..."