It had seemed like time had stopped moving for as long as she continued to move her body. Audra had still not adapted to her new routine, of being paraded and mocked, leered at by scum - and that's what they were called, those who stared and laughed and hollered. Scum. The biggest scum of all was the one holding the strings, or in this case the chain, and as her day of nearly nude dance-based servitude came to an end, she silently cursed the slimy scum behind it all. Rectja was living it up, but Audra remained vigilant, remained optimistic that his end would come, and it would be she holding the chains in the end, hanging him up to dry and rot, like a piece of dried meat for the hungry.. 

These thoughts carried her back to her cell, though literally it was the guards doing the carrying and the escorting. The lizard thing was again standing guard as Audra sat on the slab bed in her cell, her knees bunched up and coming to a rest under her chin. She was tired, her feet were sore, and sleep wouldn't fix either problem, not as if the makeshift bed could provide any sort of reasonable, comfortable sleep. Audra closed her eyes, escaping for a moment to a happier time and place, a time where she could see the sky and the only one to even get a glimpse of her uncovered skin were the maids handing her clothing following a bath. When under confinement, focusing on the positive was how she kept her faith alive.

The thought process was interrupted by the tones of Shalizar and another voice thereafter, one Audra had not been familiar with. The voice sounded nicer than Rectja, but in this place she wouldn't trust her own mother. It wasn't a guard, it couldn't be; a guard would be shouting, threatening, and Shalizar wouldn't have humored the visitor. But, the voice belonged to someone who was allowed entry into Rectja's palace, so Audra would have to remain on her guard. She doubted that a visitor would be making some kind of assassination attempt or some kind of...private request, both would cause all sorts of trouble for the visitor. 

"Let the visitor speak. But only through the door," Audra spoke up, her voice putting up a brave front. "Speak fast, I'm in no mood for conversation."