In that moment, her heart skipped a beat.
Several beats in fact as she heard her old name ... The name she had once had back in the kenku homeland, before she had ever travelled, before baking, before the Hollow. And there were such an honest few people who knew that name that Stare was sure she knew who it was when he spoke it.
As she fit together the pieces - the place, the timing, the lack of much travelling at all, besides that she could not remember in sleep, Stare realised that it just fit together. Her fear vanished, almost at once, her threats became a gasp.
As she figured it out and could not believe her luck. Passionately she leant forwards, ignoring the terrible clanging of the chains that bound her and pushed forwards on her knees as much as she could. With arms pinned behind her and feet bound likewise, she needed to hunker at an awkward knee-shuffling crawl. She grunted and growled as cobbles bit into her shins but she went until she could trust her head and feel the warmth of light onto her feathers.
"... Nevin?" She whispered, unwilling to let the bounty hunters know they knew each other. "Is that seriously you? What on earth are you doing here?"
And she blinked blindly, but anxiously behind her blindfold, at least happy that she wasn't chained to any wall. Scuttling forwards again she hissed more.
"I can't bloody believe it ... You ... Are here? What did you see out there, what are they like? Or have they blindfolded you too?"
With fear that they had she anxiously tilted her head forwards, her beak feeling hotter with each moment it was in the sunlight. Though this place was dark, she knew the damp from the dry, the cold from hot, and she could tell she was now near him - and near light. Slowly she thought of all the things that had happened in the month or so since she had last seen this blood mage - Vitrvuion's ownership of her, her growth in powers, her life - and then she grew excited.
"Yes let's escape," she agreed.
