Fina was sitting in Galcian's chair for a long time, her mind was reliving her losses and how she' been captured and given special treatment when others were being treated harshly. Her eyes were lowered, feeling defeated and frightened of what might happen when she met up with the Empress again or if she'd get the chance to explain herself. The blonde looked at her hands, folded directly on the table as she felt a misty feeling coming over her eyes.
A delicate hand moved to wipe away the tears that were there. Fina couldn't sit down anymore, she needed to walk around. Her hands pressed against the table and she moved her slender frame from the chair and turned around to go to the gigantic bay window with elegant blood-soaked curtains hanging near the sides, slightly pulled back. Her eyes raised to look out, she saw nothing but gloom, clouds and nothing that seemed to indicate that there was anything bright about her situation.
The blonde looked down towards the lower sky, a deep sigh passed through her lips as she noticed the lightning jumping and thunder clapping. How long would it be until her execution? Fina half wished that she'd never come. Her arms criss-crossed over her chest, each hand on the opposite shoulder as if trying to comfort herself but in reality Valua was not warm and there was no sun shining down. The gloomy landscape made her slightly gloomy.