Thread:Maltalidenta Kwuitidherali/@comment-26295802-20160513165754/@comment-26347028-20160516234255

"I'm still holding you responsible for those." She says, bending over Imrahil to work. She whispers in his ear, "I'll get us out of here. Broken glass from these will make a good enough weapon." As she works, she slips some of the glass into her pockets (or under the fabric of her clothes)