They've left him alone in his cell.
He can't really be said to be lucid but he has very acute instincts for when there's someone and when he's alone - it's the last of his senses to depart him - and he's alone.
And then suddenly he isn't.
Mm, we have a few jobs like that - chief, healers, cooks, sometimes hunters or gathering specialists depending on what's going on - my parent was a healer and taught me all the medicinal herbs and I specialized in gathering those, and that was definitely the more important thing a few times - but Speaking is something else again, I think. It's so direct, where the rest are more removed.
She certainly hasn't forgotten what it was like. It was like this.
That's horrifying.
If there's anything like that you'd like me to share, let me know; I don't hold much as private.
Sigh. Yeah, it's not much, but it's what I can do. I can offer nice things as I notice them, if you'd like?
Nod. I can show you what it looks like with and without - I can put a portal overhead showing the sky, that probably makes the most sense - but I don't know them or your culture well enough to guess even a little about which they'd be less bothered by.
...cultural thing, I guess. We can see how we're doing after a week and wait if we're doing okay?
Burn that damned place to the ground.
Well. My cooking isn't great or anything but if you'd like me to show you how it tastes to me I can do that.
Nothing bad is going to happen if you ask for things you want. And here is a memory of fresh-picked strawberries, complete with taste.