This was getting to be sooooo boring! Day after day after day in the darkness of the deep sea with no one interesting to even keep her company. Part of her wondered where her family was. Surely they were trying to find her, weren't they? Still, this was a rather good hiding place, she had to admit.

It was with this mentality that she eagerly sat up when something even remotely interesting happened. Like a visitor. She stood from her bed this time and moved over towards her cell, her hands wrapping around the bars of her cage. "You again," she commented. "Didn't get your fill last time?" she asked though she was smiling, just happy to have someone to talk to to break up her endless days.

Elena watched the old lady sit down but she remained standing, draping her arms through the bars casually. She was annoyed by the question. Wasn't there anything better to talk about? After all, these people were her enemies. Everyone was.

"And why should I tell you that?" Sure, it would have been easier to just answer the question but when had Elena ever made things easy when it was more fun to make it a challenge.

Elena did like talking about herself but that didn't mean she was a fool, she wasn't going to just open up about everything there was to know about her to people who could use that information against her and her family.

However, an offer of an arrangement was far more intriguing and that was clear in her expression as she looked down at Cordelia. "...I'm listening."

Elena's heart began to race. This could be her ticket out of here, for real. She was about to ask why but the woman answered that too. It seemed too good to be true but what could Elena do? She was quite literally stuck in a cage and this would give her a guarantee of survival. Something that a trial would not do, even if her family was there to rescue her. A trial would mean death and destruction, whether hers or other people's. This...this was the best option.

Still, as excited as she was by the prospect, she just needed to be sure. Or as sure as she could be. "How do I know that you'll actually follow through? That you won't just leave once I give you the information you want?" she asked, unable to hide the near desperation in her eyes for this to be real.

Cordelia was certainly saying all the right things, relating to Elena in ways that the younger woman couldn't help but thrive off of. Cordelia was offering her everything. Freedom and chaos all at once. A life filled with excitement instead of boredom. Boredom of being locked in this cage. Boredom in ruling as kingdom as dull and dirty as Dresmond. Elena wanted to live, truly live, even if that was short term. Better to have someone take her out in an epic battle than locked in a cage, right?

A slow smile crept up her face and she nodded. "Alright. I can move things with my mind. Anything. Big or small. It's all under my control. As my power grew it started to change. Those things I could move became things I could change. A volley of arrows into feathers. Solid ground into quicksand," she smirked at the memory of the thing that had caused her to be caught. It was a simple explanation of course, she wasn't trying to paint a picture, she was simply trying to give the woman the information she had to in order to get herself out of this mess. How proud would Hiram if she didn't need to be rescued? If she managed to escape all on her own.

Elena's hands moved to wrap around the bars once more, Cordelia had her full attention. Her fingers lightly moved over the collar around her throat and she nodded. She hadn't expected the woman to be so careless as to remove it anyway. Unleashing Elena's power in this small space with just the two of them in the room was excessively dangerous and Elena couldn't blame her for that.

She had left out the part about her magic that she could also change her appearance but she imagined it wouldn't be challenging information to find out after what had happened in the incident that brought her here.

She nodded eagerly. "I understand, yes, I'm ready." Her eyes were bright with excitement and hope. She was really going to get out of this place. "I'll remember what you did for me," she promised Cordelia. Should they meet again, perhaps Elena would spare her, or at least offer her the same kind of out that she was offering to her now.

Enchantments were odd and Elena didn't understand them. Arynn Frey was pretty secretive and she'd never bothered to ask how their magic really worked. So she just listened to the nonsense words that Cordelia spoke. She couldn't understand them at all, nor did she notice when a yellow glow started to surround her.

She noticed when she started to feel tired and when that tired feeling began to turn into weakness. It wasn't a weakness that was external or physical. She felt no need to sit down nor did she struggle to breathe. It was purely internal, like something being lost. "What- what is happening?" she asked, her voice growing softer. "Stop...stop." She tried to reach through the bars towards Cordelia but it lacked conviction and the woman was too far out of reach. "Please-"