In the dark cell on a Black ship you were sleeping on the hard bedding that was reserved for prisoners psykers like you, for the emperor's sake! There aren't even lights or windows, it is a dark and narrow cubical room with dark walls and a thick door. It's cold like anything else, you start to tremble as you didn't have even a sheet to cover you with, so you decided to heat you up using your powers just slightly, but something blocks your powers, she's close.

As a light appeared briefly then disappeared, you looked over the door where you meet the gaze of the woman who brought you on this hell. The woman you love. Her eyes are violet and cold as they stare at you with no emotions, but you could perceive that she was amused from your attempt to heat yourself and she felt satisfied to have blocked that attempt, sometimes she's very sadistic.

The thick door of the cell opened as she was standing before it, casting a shadow on the wall. She's wearing her usual golden armor of the Silent sisterhood and the muzzle signing her vow of silence. Her hair is paid in a long purple tail as the rest of the head remained bald. A dark violet cape with fur on top covered her side which has the executioner sword in it's refined holster.

She walked before your laying and trembling form over the bed, and she throw over you a tattered sheet, well at least is something. She always acted like this, when you needed something she would always gave you something, but always making you feel like you were meant to feel, as a prisoner. She was about to walk away, but before she step out you reach out with your hand her cape as to say to stay with you.

Her gaze fall back on you, still emotionless, however you could make out that she was...content? That you have done what you have done. Ephria is her name and you loved to pronounce it. She sat down on the hard bed beside you, you deeply wanted to know her thoughts so you tried to peek on them with your powers, but she blocks you, she is disappointed.