Velanna is quiet, although the expression on her face is one of quietly simmering anger. They hadn't just locked them up somewhere, they'd hurt them.

She lets the others talk for the moment, although she's absently tapping the blunt end of her staff against the floor of the prison they're standing in. It's a subtle movement, probably looks like nervous twitching to anyone who doesn't know what she's doing. Merrill alone might know that she's looking for weaknesses in the flooring where roots can force their way through.

They are leaving no one here.