A scream tore through Illandria's throat, before she could slap her good hand over her lips to stifle it. They didn't need to have the guards come in, concerned. Tears stung her eyes and she could feel her heart trying to leap from her chest. She tried to hold back the bile in her throat that threatened to rise. Soon the pain began to ebb away and she removed her hand. The Lalafell turned around when she heard the click of the cell door. She got an idea. She grinned as she wiped the saliva from her hand.
"I've an idea," she grinned, "I need you to scream as if I've hurt you. When the guard's curiosity catches him, and he comes to see what happened to you, I'll swing open the cell door on his head to knock him out and take his keys."
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