The 'Age of Scales', what did that mean? The crocodiles, they had scales. His envisioned future glory? Or something else? The fleet was obviously being worked on, she'd witnessed it first hand. He was naming an as yet unrealised reality after himself?

Vala watched the last few trickles of water drip into the sunken pool as if it had hypnotised her. For a long few minutes she simply sat there, perched on the edge, the remains of dried blood on her own body and the room exuded the stench of death.

What was she doing? She could simply run as soon as she got the chance, she had the freedom to pull it off now and she was armed too. A past version of her would have done. Left behind the mess and saved herself and started anew.

The silence in the room was palpable as Vala finally stood back up. A life of what she'd already escaped once before awaited her and she could try to run if she wanted to. But she knew she couldn't, she had to make this right somehow.

"Undress yourself or call another slave." She offered nonchalantly as she walked towards him, certain that anything he might do in retaliation would be minor now she knew what she knew. Something from Vala's eyes was missing, yes there was the spark of defiance as ever, but there was a melancholy resignation that seemed to dull her. "I'm sure you don't want the memory of performing such a lowly task, besides it's not difficult."