Lena
Lena watched Yeremy for a long time before he looked up at her, his emerald eyes meeting her brown ones. Compatible colours really, but not compatible people, that was certain. However, something was so different about him right now; he seemed lost... like he needed help finding his way, and Lena felt this sudden urge to help him. Damn her compassion; this man had made her into his own, personal little plaything, taunting her at every turn, and now, because she saw momentary weakness in him, she wanted suddenly to help him? When he'd never lifted a finger for her? Why? Lena let out a soft sigh, her eyes soft. As he ran his hand through his dark hair, eyes so troubled, Lena's fear disappeared all together. Right now, there wasn't anything to fear from Yeremy. Actually, she had a feeling he needed her to help him with something, but she couldn't quite figure out what or how.
Then he asked her whether she was scared, and she was just about to answer yes, because it had always been her answer. That's what they wanted from her; fear, so if she just gave in and pretended to be, even when she wasn't, they left her alone... or, somewhat anyways. But when the adviser added those four words; "Tell me the truth," Lena couldn't lie, mostly because he seemed to hopeless... he actually looked down as if he didn't want to meet her gaze. Well, technically she could lie, but she didn't want to right now. Not with him, not with this unusual side of Yeremy. So instead, Lena did something she'd never done before; spoke true and straightforwardly.
"No, my lord." She said with a slight shrug, still watching him with soft eyes. "But... I'm... curious as to why you brought me here. Why you took me with you. And... I'd like to know how I can help."