18: He Knows

Yanire woke up with a croak lodged in her throat and the first thought she had became vocalized as her eyes adjusted to reality again.

"Water."

Quickly, a cool glass cup appeared in her hand and she gulped insatiably. She felt as though she hadn't had water in years. Soon enough she'd emptied the cup of all its cool contents and she let out a crisp gasp. 

Soon enough she recognised herself to be within the cement walls of the prison and her chest remained thick and numb as though she were drowning in dark gray paint. Nothing had changed. She recognised the hand which passed the glass to be Martien's as another glass filled to the brim with ice-cold water was pushed towards her.

Yanire took the glass and absorbed the liquid once again, feeling slightly less delirious now that she had a reasonable amount of water in her system. Based on the feeling she could only assume that she'd gone unconscious at some point- though she wasn't entirely sure of why.