Yuna takes her through the house and back to her room. "You have permission to read the books, if you like. Andrew will take you out for some practice tomorrow, if that's something you'd like to do."

"Yes, Yuna, ma'am." Shrink. "At your use, Yuna, ma'am."

"I-" I'm sorry? Yuna thinks, but doesn't say. She wants to apologise for not getting to her sooner, or for whatever she does to make Elvira uncomfortable, but she knows that words won't do. Only time can undo the harm done.

"Sleep well. The door has a lock on it, if that would make you feel safer. No one will bother you until the morning, for breakfast." 

Well since she does not say that she will not get a terrified mage prostrating herself in front of her.

Obedient and knowing her place and - "yes, Yuna, ma'am."

(Well, really, of course they want to assure themselves if their new field mage knows her place. Much nicer to do it with the tests than going straight to the reinforcement by torture, at the least. Not that that might not be next.)

She does not, of course, lock the door. She selects a non-magic book, sits against the wall. Calms herself down, then opens it to read.  

Yuna sits at her computer, studying a web page on people with trauma, trying to see if there’s anything more she can do for Elvira. 

Skype starts ringing. 

Yuna clicks over to it, then grins at the username. She answers the call. 

“Hi love.”

“Hey gorgeous. How’d it go? How’s the new one?”

Yuna sighs dramatically for his benefit, and then goes through the whole story. “...heaven only knows what the poor thing went through. Andrew thinks she thinks he’s in field cover.”

Tyler whistles sympathetically. “She better or worse than Andrew was?”

“Worse. Andrew was at least angry, she...she’s just expecting us to be the worst.”

“You want me to come over?”

She does, but it’s late. “Tell me about soccer practice instead?”

He does, happy to distract her for a while. 

Were Elvira both aware of this and for some reason remarking honestly on it, she might say that she is certainly not expecting them to be the worst, or she'd be acting differently, and that if they're looking for something to do they might consider cutting it out with obviously terrifying things.

She is neither of these things. She doesn't have enough information to get more considering and strategy done, so she reads the book. And - doesn't look like they're planning on telling her when to sleep (the kidnappers hadn't either). She would significantly prefer the floor, but given that she is a field mage it is more likely they would take not sleeping in the bed as defiant than that they would take sleeping in it as presumptuous and insubordinate. 

She gets in the bed. At the least, she has been trained in both sleeping in beds and sleeping unanchored. She sleeps.

Tyler ends the call with a blown kiss and a promise to come by the house soon.

Yuna smiles until the call ends, and then her face falls. Now on top of everything else, she regrets not letting Tyler come over. It would’ve been nice to sleep in his arms. He’s a good hugger. 

She turns off her laptop and changes into pyjamas, grabbing something to read. Once she’s in bed, however, her mind races and it’s hard to concentrate on the words. All she can think about is Elvira’s reactions to her, and it makes Yuna even more determined to help her. 

Eventually, she grows tired enough to sleep. 

In the morning she wakes up. Remembers where she is. No one seems to have shown up in the night, unless they did in some way where she didn't notice. Which, well. Not the worst it could be, if so. No one seems to be around, either. She risks getting carefully out of bed. She goes back to the book.

The house is quiet for some time, though if she listens carefully, there seems to be some motion downstairs. 

She listens. 

She does a few quiet stretches and the like. After trying it a little and getting no reaction to cut it the fuck out, walks the room a bit.

There’s a knock on the door.

She puts the book down and kneels and looks down.

“Ah...are you awake? I’ll come back later if you’re still sleeping,” Andrew’s voice says. 

"I am awake."

“May I come in?”