"... I'm sorry. I'll be good now." The words made her feel sick, and she lay on the floor of the cage, her knees bent, but her head pillowed on her hands, not moving. Instead, she watched Eterna as she seemed to take her time on purpose, but she forced herself not to react. Her wrists were feeling a little better already, but there was still redness. She took a deep breath, and continued to lay silent and still, waiting for what Eterna would do next, her only focus being on the journal in her hand. To get one... It'd mean world of difference for her.