Cassandra let out a soft exhale, her gaze softening on you; her prisoner,

"You should eat." she spoke, tone becoming more gentle as she eyed you, a subtle hint of worry in her tone,

"The books said that human's are meant to feed three times a day.. And you haven't touched anything." she softly mumbled, closing the basement door behind her.

The only light were the three lamps she'd brought down for you, to illuminate the darkened room.

She gently placed down the meal she'd cooked.