[color=f49ac2][i]A rough few days? I guess you could say that. They probably don’t know about that drug… I doubt anyone who is administered it lives to tell the tale either[/i][/color]. Thinking bitterly to herself as she realised that not everyone had to know about that potent truth serum, in fact the rebels hadn’t known of its existence and just thought that the interrogators managed to break some of their best. [color=f49ac2][i]Did… Cas ever authorise the use of this on someone?[/i][/color] She couldn’t help her thoughts wander to that, wondering if Caspain had allowed the use of this on some rebels before. [color=f49ac2][i]But… in their eyes we were bad. Just like in our eyes the Capital was bad too[/i][/color]. Already her head was swimming with different thoughts and feeling and she wished she could just talk to Cas openly, but she knew they wouldn’t be alone not for a while. 

Watching Miles backpedal his questions she felt a little bad, she knew they were harmless and of course they would be curious after rescuing a rebel member. It was just hard for her as now all she wanted to do was bury the incident and act like it never happened. [color=f49ac2]“You man you haven’t boasted about your daring adventures in the districts?”[/color] Trying to smile and keep the conversation light, right now wasn’t the time to be sharing, but she was sure that Caspain would tell them the story of how he escaped. 

The silence wasn’t hard for her, she welcomed it as Jay drove the car through roads she hadn’t seen before. It was quiet which was nice, but she couldn’t help but wonder if they had a good enough alibi. Deep down she knew his father would think it was him, they believed all the rebels were dead except for her which could very well be true at this rate as she had no clue on if Ethan survived. [color=f49ac2][i]I hope he didn’t, for everyone’s sake[/i][/color]. 

Feeling the car come to a stop she watched as they threw the hospital attire to the trash bin and she watched as Miles extended a hand to help her out the car. Taking his hand as she got out of the car, she felt the ache run through her body as she stood up, the bottom of her feet burned slightly against the floor. The flourish of his hand as he grinned showing off his home, she felt herself smile knowing that at least for a night she could hopefully sleep in a bed. 

[color=f49ac2]“Luxury travel advisors?”[/color] Iris had never heard of such a job before, that and his sister was a model they all just screamed rich to her with jobs that sounded more like pleasure than actual work. It was good to know the house was usually empty, though she doubted she’d even wander or explore because that was just rude when it wasn’t her home. Already she felt anxious at the idea of staying here, she knew it was for the best whilst security looked for her. It was a good plan, but she always felt odd staying in someone else’s home when she couldn’t do nothing in return. 

Then when they stepped inside the house Iris couldn’t help but feel incredibly dirty, of course it was a lavish home and she expected no less from someone in the Capital and she was stood bare foot dressed in the loose hospital linen with what she could imagine was really bad bed hair. Trying not to cringe Iris looked at Cas wondering if this really was okay.