[PQ] I Need A Hero

ely Elyna felt slightly vindicated: there definitely wasn’t a baby. Well, a baby person at least; she didn’t think that a kitten counted. Perhaps they’d been overly cautious in their approach here. After all, this poor creature couldn’t harm them. Indeed, it was trembling in what had to be fear and shock. However, she didn’t let her guard down—not that she ever did—beause there was still a mystery afoot. After all something had forced these people to be stuck in here with the parent cat. Nodding at Isla's words—honestly, the infirmary was the last thing on Elyna’s mind—the warrior pursed her lips as she considered the scene. When she spoke, her voice was hard. ”I don’t know. But I’d very much like to find out.” Yet another mystery in this new world; Elyna was very much coming to hate them. Perhaps the naturals knew something. Of course, getting information from them was tough: they were a flighty and understandably paranoid lot. If she’d been stuck in this bubble her whole life, she might feel the same way. As it stood, she couldn’t wait until it was over. Either way, she was definitely sticking around. ”Everyone stay alert. I still don’t like the fact that we stumbled upon this in a place that looked undisturbed and untouched by the years.” Wild animals were one thing, but she still didn’t like that part of this. While she didn’t know a lot about animals—she wasn’t an animal person, or a people person, or a living being person in general—even she knew this kit couldn’t have survived for too long on its own. That meant either these kills were fresh, or, more worrisomely, they’d been transported, preserved, or otherwise placed here for a purpose. Even though she didn’t like animals (and had no real interest in a pet) even Elyna’s cold heart went out to the poor cat. She knew a little bit about being helpless. Despite not being a caring person, if pressed Elyna would admit that her heart went out to the orphan. Getting it to trust them after they’d barged in here would be difficult. She thought back to that time she’d been asked to tame an unruly horse. Unfortunately she didn’t have any bribes for it, so she’d just have to use the other strategies she’d learned that day. Crouching down, she spoke in a low soothing voice to the other women. ”Let’s give it some space, yeah?” She shuffled out of the way of the doorway so that it wasn’t as overtly trapped. If it tried to bolt, she felt confident she could grab it on its way out (though that wouldn’t endear her to it). Turning to the kitten now, she remained still, hoping to coax it to her with her voice. ”Hush now, little one. You’re safe. We’ll take care of you.” They’d figure it out somehow: they could barely take care of themselves, but this felt right.