[ with the help of zagreus, and the brute force he uses to crash through the barriers and guards, she's able to make her way deep into the prison. she barely gives the other imprisoned there more than cursory glances, as they stalk past the barred cages; she's not here for them, even if she does relent and wait patiently for her companion to free them with the keys they steal off of the guards.
she's here for someone else, and she finds him finally at the very end of the prisoner compound, his leg shackled with a heavy chain as he paces around his cell. he's disheveled and dirty, a wound bleeding through his coat at one of his shoulders, and johanna comes close enough to wrap a hand around each of the bars and try to press herself between them to speak to him. ]
...Morpheus.
[ said with a distinct note of concern lacing her voice, regardless of the fact he'd abandoned her and left her alone after their last encounter at the festival. she'd been initially angry about that when the drink's effects had worn off, but she'd remembered exactly everything she'd done and said to him under its influence, and while shame isn't exactly in her repertoire she does regret pushing that boundary with him and making him uncomfortable. somehow he knew it hadn't been voluntary, though; something had taken her over, and he'd been correct in assuming she hadn't been in her right mind. the fact that she hadn't been in full control of her faculties is something else to worry about, for another time.
still, it makes this reunion just a little bit more awkward. she stifles a cough into the sleeve of her coat, before turning her face toward him again. ]
...I'm going to get you out of here — just hold on.
do not pass go.
she's here for someone else, and she finds him finally at the very end of the prisoner compound, his leg shackled with a heavy chain as he paces around his cell. he's disheveled and dirty, a wound bleeding through his coat at one of his shoulders, and johanna comes close enough to wrap a hand around each of the bars and try to press herself between them to speak to him. ]
...Morpheus.
[ said with a distinct note of concern lacing her voice, regardless of the fact he'd abandoned her and left her alone after their last encounter at the festival. she'd been initially angry about that when the drink's effects had worn off, but she'd remembered exactly everything she'd done and said to him under its influence, and while shame isn't exactly in her repertoire she does regret pushing that boundary with him and making him uncomfortable. somehow he knew it hadn't been voluntary, though; something had taken her over, and he'd been correct in assuming she hadn't been in her right mind. the fact that she hadn't been in full control of her faculties is something else to worry about, for another time.
still, it makes this reunion just a little bit more awkward. she stifles a cough into the sleeve of her coat, before turning her face toward him again. ]
...I'm going to get you out of here — just hold on.