Gansey's smile was dazzling. A maybe wasn't a no. It was half way to a yes. There was no way he could survive without the hope of bathing out in the sun, or feeling a warm spring breeze. In fact, he still very much disliked the idea of being a prisoner, but that was something they could work on.

Pressing the cup to his lips, he quietly enjoyed his tea, delighting in the taste. It felt nice to have a cup of tea after a nice rest.

As he sipped, another thought came upon him.

"So... am I to be used for manual labor, then?" Had the blocked passageway only been the beginning?