Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26178112-20160831215055/@comment-26383377-20160909213029

The knight from before approached the cell. She wasn't wearing her armor, settling with some leather. Which covered everything except her damaged areas, which were instead covered in bandages. She trudged over to the side of the cell, using a wooden crutch as support. She slowly sat down on the chair that was in front of the cell, leaning her crutch on the bars, and looking at Aphra silently. She had a regretful look on her face. She tried to shake it away but it didn't do her any good. She rested back on her chair, sighing.