"I see, and I suppose you are unable to siphon life from others at this moment as well as are unable to use your own abilities?" The high priestess leaned over and poured some water into one of the mugs, taking a nice long sip. She didn't smack her lips, she didn't gasp or comment on how refreshing it was. She simply took a sip before setting the mug down and looking over at her recent acquisition.
"You've no idea of why you are unable to do anything, yes? Are you hungry? Thirsty? There's no need to worry about being poisoned - death would have joined you already if I wished it so." Zaladane hadn't offered exactly, only asked questions.