In the box went, carrying it's cargo into the dimensional rift of the bag of holding, the room going silent as Sinach vanished. "Remind me to check in a few minutes and make sure he's still alive," Jalin said as he sat back down and wrote in his journal.
Ten minutes later, and when they checked the little dragon it did not seem he was suffering any ill effects from not having air to breathe in there. if anything he was even more talkative, as sound does not exist in a vacuum. "So we'll keep him there for a few days," Jalin nodded and put the box back.
"It is called sensory deprivation," Jalin replied, "After so long with no sense of time, sound, or anything but touch, he will become malleable. Or resentful. But either way, he will not mistreat us so again."
Siege caught the knotted rope easily. It had been much longer when Emilia had woven it, but te way she'd knotted it had turned it into a thick stick of fibers as big around as a table leg and about as long. As hard as wood when compressed, too. Combined with it being spidersilk, meant that it made a very sturdy improvised scratching post. Like any cat, Siege enjoyed using her claws to render destruction on anything that seemed like they'd catch on, though her parents and Nyah had been quick to break her from doing that to the walls and furniture outside her bedroom after she destroyed her parents' favorite loveseat.
When Roy and Turac got back, Siege was still at it, ripping at the thing. It at least afforded some safe harbor for Nidia to come into the room without being stabbed.
“I said I didn’t. I just wasn’t going to take the chance.”
Roy shook his head. “As long as she’s not actively throwing things or people, it shouldn’t be necessary. I take it Emilia’s in there?” Nidia gave a nod. “Right, well, we can see how they’re getting along and go from there.”
"Your choice," Turac shrugged, leaning against the wall. He focused his attention on Nidia, "Do you think there may be a drug you can produce to terminate this state?" Drugs to induce it existed, maybe the converse did. Turac wasn't familiar with alchemy, dragons rarely needed it.
Inside the girls' room, Siege and Emilia weren't at each other's throats, at least. Emilia sat on one bed, Siege sat at the foot of another ripping at the scratching cord Emilia made.
Nidia tilted her head. “Hm...not one that I’ve found. Maybe a mixture of things, but I’d have to really experiment.”
Roy knocked on the door, waiting for Emilia’s confirmation that it was safe before opening the door. He peeked in, looking at the two of them before glancing back at Turac. “I think it’s fine for now.”