Conversation (Rhivann Aihkh [Later On], NVC)

[loyalty_ever]

Eventually they were moved inside, into a proper building. It was clean and spare and warm, a room that insulted the senses by pretending it wasn't a cell. There was even furniture--all of it fused to floors and walls. Wouldn't do for them to throw things. Not that there were any windows to throw things against. He'd checked, there was nothing hard or sharp anywhere, not even a rough edge to the not-stone of their surroundings.

Besides, soon they would have company.

Ayel forced his arms uncrossed and tried not to stand too close to Nero.

He doubted that Helen would arrive unescorted. Even Vulcans--especially Vulcans!--couldn't trust that much.