Eventually Marlo had to let go of her hand.
He was reassuring her just as much as himself. What point was jumping into the lions den if he didn't have hope for his people?
"I'll be back tomorrow." He said with an expression he was glad she couldn't see.
"I'd accept no less." She replied. And she was serious beyond the sentimental stuff. If Briana was forced to eat anything those hethens served for her she just might consider throwing everything away right now.
Marlo gets one last look at her face, the blue crystal at the top of her cell casting light inside, before he turned around and walked through the rest of the dimly lit dungeon, the occasional torch bringing the only light many of its inhabitants would see.
He saw the haggard and desperate positions they were in, most opted to stay away from any source of light, any visit was either to give them horrible food or to have them tortured or killed.
