...smile. 

Smile.

After a while the cage stops moving. She gags him again. Someone pulls off the blanket. They're next to a big leaf heavy with dew.

They open the cage and let her get out and drink some and wash herself. 

"Are you going to attack anyone or talk or otherwise make us regret it if we take the gag off so you can drink?" someone demands of him.

He has no idea how their lying thing interacts with being mistaken about a statement about his future actions; the fact that they didn't phrase the question to be about his intentions suggests that it's within tolerances, but these people do unfortunately appear to be stupid and evil, so. He doesn't need the drink. He nods irrepressibly at them.

Well then they won't take the gag off. 

They notice the bottle and argue about it a little and then decide to keep moving as quickly as possible.

They reblanket them.

Cam internally debates making his computer. He leans in Auda's direction to be degagged.

She does that. 

"Thanks."

"There'll be a feast when we get there, probably. I was going to say you'll want to be cooperative for that because it's the best you'll eat for ages but I guess you can just make yourself things any time so maybe you can keep being scary then."

"I'm not actually sure to what extent it'll be to my advantage to be scary, it'll depend on their - attitude, I guess."

Shrug. "I've been to other courts a couple times and their feasts seemed mostly the same but I'm not - I haven't got wings, they know what I am."

"Yeah, exactly." He tilts his head back and makes popcorn fall into his mouth.

Giggle.

"You can try some if you want."

"Maybe one? They look so funny."

One popcorn!

It is crunchy and interesting.

"If I'm right about where we are, that's made from a grain that grows all the way across the ocean west of here."

"I never left the village I grew up in until I - ran away."

"Say," he says, "do you happen to know what year it is?"

"It's the year of our lord one thousand and thirty two. - that's since the birth of Christ."

"One thousand thirty two, wow. Thank you."

"He's been gone for a while. He was supposed to come back."

"- I don't have any updates on that, sorry."

"It's okay. I'm not going to live to winter anyway, even if I live old enough to have been a grandmother if I'd had any children. Because of how faeries are fast."