Nate just glared at her as she said that.

"Come." Sharp replied, as he left the room. She followed, and Azazel brought up the rear, as they left the medical wing without Alicja seeing her. Thankfully.

"Tell me." Sharp then said.

"Clothing." he said further.

"Size, and colour choice." he went on.

"While you are in the shower, I will find replacements for you. As it seems like your cloak is the only thing that's not barely hanging on by mere threads."

Both Hal and Azazel were silent as they heard her measurements, and Hal cleared his throat a little.

"...I see." he replied.

"Well, I'm sure I'll be able to find something that fits those numbers..." he told her, his voice a little... distracted.

Azazel, meanwhile, was now wondering something.

How did Vanessa size up against his other-realm boss, Elizabeth?

Because he knew Liz was rather easy on the eyes, too...

Sharp was silent for a moment, looking back at her.

"He is under Terra's care for the moment." he told her.

"So he is being treated however she deems fit." he said further. "However, she has been told to not be abusive and such." he assured her.

"He will be given a room with restricted access and will have all the amenities he requires." he continued.

"Including a private bathroom and such."

Hal just rolled his eyes slightly.

"We're not monsters." he said. "Everyone is entitled to certain basic things, and we provide that for them." he told her.

"That being said, we ARE restricting MANY things for you both." he then stressed as they reached the showers.

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Azari just sighed as he stepped inside and looked around.

"...better than I expected." he said.

"A proper bed, looks like my own bathroom, a small kitchenette..." he listed off, scanning the room.

"I'll admit, I won't complain if THIS is the area I'm restricted to." he told her.

He sighed again, but more heavily when he heard that.

"I'm not surprised." he said.

"They probably won't even let us SEE each other unless it's for planning the downfall of that man." he reasoned.

As he spoke, she could hear the sadness in it.

Azari was a bad wood elf. He was pretty much considered a blight and an outcast amongst his kind. He'd turned his back on them, his sister, and had allowed the hatred in his heart to fester and grow.

But it was clear he loved Vanessa.

"...." Azari was silent, before sighing.

"Makes sense..." he said quietly.

He then looked at Terra, and she could see he looked... almost apologetic, before he shook his head and looked away.

Anything he said here would be meaningless. His sins had already been committed. And he'd do them again for Vanessa. The guilt he was feeling now was because he was in Terra's presence. Like a child scolded, still amongst their parent.

With that, he took a step into the room, and flinched.

He felt it. Himself being bound to the room.

"..." Azari was silent again, before nodding.

"Yeah." he said.

"I'll find my way." he told her.

He looked back towards her once more, before making his way to the bed and sitting down on it. As he did, he felt a twinge of honest guilt.

He had to wonder... what happened to his sister?

Did she die in the smoke that Vanessa had released?

He crossed his arms over his chest, and laid back on the bed, closing his eyes.

"..." he was silent, breathing steadily. Thinking about how to stop Vyran.

And then his thoughts shifted to just Vyran. He couldn't stop thinking about him. His power was so great. His control had been so... absolute. But he was free of him now, Vanessa had made sure of it.

So why was he hearing Vyran's voice right now?

He shot up and looked around, only to find himself alone. Unsurprisingly.

"...don't like this..." he mumbled to himself, but rather than call attention to it, tell anyone at the Unit, he just laid back down and hoped it would go away...

It didn't take much longer, before he was focusing on it even more. And then even more.

Pretty soon it was the only thing on his mind.

And then another person entered it. A name.

Icesska.

"..." he was silent, before sitting up and staring forward, but looking like he was thinking about something.

He needed to do something. He couldn't help himself.

"...yes." he then said quietly, as plans started to mill about in his mind.

He looked around the room, and discovered it was pretty secure. No real exits other than the door that he'd come in. And he wasn't even allowed out due to the mana binding him there, unless he had express permission from someone with authority.

He couldn't use the excuse of needing to use the bathroom... there was one in there. He couldn't ask to be let out to get food... he'd been told that he merely had to call and it would be brought TO him.

Perhaps a medical emergency? But that would bring attention to too many people. And even then, if it wasn't someone coming there to take a look at him, it'd be multiple people escorting him to the medical wing. Which wouldn't work.

He needed a reason to be let out of the room. Perhaps if there was a danger in the room and he absolutely HAD to be let out, for his own safety.

He looked over towards the kitchenette once more, and narrowed his eyes, regards for his own safety and wellbeing becoming less and less prevalent, as he pondered the options that he might have... depending on what was available there.