"Nikhil -" Hian starts forward, and he flinches back, looking away with a scowl. "Why are you out of your cell?" another voice demands, and she whirls in shock to see one of the guards who'd put her there in the first place. Rohin lunges forward with a sickly smile on his face. Hian spins in shock as Rohin intervenes "Ah, that was a misunderstanding," he says. "I, uh, I cleared it with, uh, with Padra Osin..." he tails off. Hian can't blame the guard for his sceptical look. "Padra Osin, really?" "Of course!" Rohin is doing his best, but he has never been a good liar. "Just ask him!" Rohin adds. "Well, if you say so," the guard shrugs and turns, and waves. "Padra Osin?" Rohin gapes at the sudden appearance of the head Thysian, and Hian puts her face in her hands.