The sun hurt their eyes, after the long night. Shying away from Alliss, the two blondes clung to each other more tightly. They didn't look or respond to their captor, and never noticed Annalisa's brief appearance.
The hands and offer weren't acknowledged. What did their captors expect? Undying gratitude? Fleur hissed at the dark-haired creature, willing it to go away. Veela would not let themselves survive in captivity.