Since Willow wasn't naturally inclined to mistrust people, the calm and compassion coming from Madison was enough to dispel the panic so that she could deal with the immediate pressing need of getting out of the death house. Still, her stomach twisted with unease as Madison explained that whomever was in charge regularly tested people, and she couldn't help but wonder again why in the world they'd taken her. And how had they managed to take her, anyway? What had she been doing last? It was so difficult to remember. But this was her heavy cloak, which she typically only wore in the early mornings or late at night when it was coldest and she had to gather ingredients.
"All right," she breathed on a heavy sigh. Work together, find a way out, figure out what was actually going on. Her head was still foggy, but she shifted her skirt around with her free hand as she slowly sat up. "My name is Willow," she answered. It was good that she remembered her name, right? "I think I am. My head is a little foggy and aches, but I believe it should pass on its own before long." And if it didn't, a headache remedy was one of the earliest and easiest things she'd learned to make, and she was certain she'd be able to do so with little time and trouble. And with that, she started to shift over to her knees so that she could attempt standing. Doing so while shackled to another person was a challenge she'd not encountered previously, and she wasn't quite sure how to navigate it.