[ For hours, he's left there on his own, in the silence. Free to contemplate the situation, his cell in its entirety, and any plans he might have for escape.

Then from the other end of the room comes the sound of wood scraping stone as a door swings open, followed by steadily approaching footfalls. It was Delphine, alone now, a small vial clutched in her palm as she comes closer to the bars. ]

Oh, good. For a moment I wondered if you hadn't been rendered vegetative. That would have been a waste of a fine mind, indeed.