"Of course they will," he said. He hoped. "It's so stuffy," he muttered, looking around the basement with his rows of cells. "Are you thirsty, honey?" He had tried to get Iestyn to drink something earlier, but they had been panicking. Not that they weren't now, but it was a quieter, more dreading panic. "My sink is working, if yours isn't." He also wanted to hide the granola bar, just in case.