Pyrene

In response to Sir Nephilium's question, Pyrene mutely shook her head, too tired to do much besides reluctantly allow him to restrain her again. When Larry the warden returned shortly afterward, it took nearly all her effort to hide the depth of her exhaustion from him. His swift slamming of her head into the wall came as little surprise, and her hair blunted the blow enough that she was able to maintain her expressionless facade - barely.

Just before he left, her inner reserves finally deserted her, and she started giggling quietly, retaining just enough presence of mind to drop her head so that her hair screened her face and prevented his seeing the hysteria that spawned the laughter. Eventually, the laughs turned to quiet sobs, which in turn gave way to silent tears. Leaning against the wall, not bothering to try and brush the hair from her face, Pyrene felt herself drifting off to sleep despite the unusual position. Her last conscious thought was to hope that she woke up before someone came to retrieve her.