[ She made a note of acknowledgement. She'd been quiet, with regards to the guards. It wasn't ideal, and if Akua had been younger, she would certainly fight alongside him. ]

You're likely right. I don't know what else they would expect, capturing us like so. [ Her voice turned hard, slightly. ] I don't expect our lot will get better, I'm afraid. I'd offer healing, but...

[ She wasn't even sure Trismegistan Sorcery would work at the moment. Every time she tried, it felt...wrong, like the computations didn't quite make sense here. Frustrating, for someone whose sorcery was only dwarfed by the likes of a man who would have achieved godhood. ]

I'm Akua. [ She said, with her hand outstretched. Niceties, her mother had taught her, were incredibly important. They were what differentiated people like her from others. ]