Tamrissa allows the guards to lead her after the others down into the dungeons, quietly shaking off a hand placed on her arm. She holds her chin up as they direct her into a cell.

"I want the gray-haired one in here with me," she points to one of the straw bedding pallets moved into the cell.

Her eyes go to Thisias, waiting for him to drop the unmoving form onto the crude bed. She plops herself down on a rickety chair, adjusting the sword sheath strapped to her back and dropping her satchel onto the floor. The irritation on her face goes to the guards standing outside the cells.

I hope you know what you're doing, she mutters into Soul's mind, knowing that fighting the guards would only have caused more problems...

Tamrissa gives a shake of her head to answer Thisias' offer of the supplement pills, her elbows being grabbed by two guards on either side of her. She is pulled forward in a surprisingly gentle manner, their earlier display apparantly making the guards realize what a wrong action could do. Her fingers lace together in front of her, wrists still chained together.

"I don't think this frilly little crowd likes us much by the looks on their faces," she mumbles to Thisias, smirking at the glares coming from the courtiers. "Do you think this ruler requires them to copy her sour expression as well as lick her royal boots?"

She looks over to the direction of the queen, her chin coming up slightly to try and get a better view. Failing to do so at her small stature, she resorts to glancing to where her fellows are being seated. A sudden blur in her vision makes her blink a few times, but it doesn't seem to help. Her middle feels as if it is tightening, insides twisting around each other in a slow grinding torture.

"I need...to sit down," she says breathily to one of her escorts. "Now."

Before they can get her into one of the wooden chairs meant for the accused, she goes limp, blacking out for a few moments. Reality slowly comes back and, by that time, she has been swung up into the arms of one of the guards. He looks almost frightened to be carrying her, his stride quick as he moves to an empty chair and places her in it. She wavers for a moment, fighting to keep her senses.
The moment allows her to glance down at the floor and spot Blooddrinker lying at Soul's feet. She furrows her brow, taking deep breaths to ease the pain in her body. As it does, she slowly undoes the straps of the sheath on her back, all the while thinking that her companion has passed reasonable safety with laying his sword down. Yet, she manages to loosen her own weapon and, with the help of the guard who carried her, she lays it down at her feet. With that done, she leans back in the uncomfortable chair and closes her eyes. The ache in her stomach reminding her of what has just occurred and the emptiness in her soul telling her exactly what caused the attack.

She snaps her eyes open, her alertness returning as quickly as it disappeared as she waits for the trial to begin...

"I agree. This is only distracting us from our mission, but Soul Reaver believes that coorperating is the only way to find our quarry," Tamrissa's sounds as unhappy about it as Asaki does. "If this trial takes a turn for the worse, I believe we may have to stand up for ourselves and MAKE them listen to us."

She breaks off her whisper as a guard passes then leans towards Asaki again.

"The head guard...the woman seems to be our only obstacle if this were to go that far. She would have to be distracted...and your teacher might prove to be an even greater threat to our progress in getting out of here."

Her eyes switch to Soul and back to her again.

"He means well I'm sure, but..."

The uncertainty in her voice allows it to trail off without explanation of what she means. She sits up slightly as a guard moves out of her path of vision. Her eyes find the queen and she narrows them, trying to get an idea of what the woman is like. It may help to know her personality, for that might well be the clue to how this trial will go...