["Living" is perhaps a misnomer in Illarion's case: He's not.
But on waking gagged and pinioned, feet bound to the floor and arms so high above his head he's certain a shoulder's about to dislocate if he moves it at all, he knew outside rescue was a better bet than trying to free himself.
So he's kept his eyes open and his head on a swivel for anyone moving through his hallway. Not that he could see anyone, but it will distinguish him from the non-mobile corpses.
The person who does come to his eventual rescue is not the one he would have expected, but he'll take her; he's a life-long example that the small and unassuming could do far more than anyone expected of them.
Besides, she's chosen to approach him while all the rest of his out-self is visible; most would see a monster. That counted for something. He's quick to close his eyes--all of them, on his face and amongst his plumage--before inclining his head in mute assent. He'll be quiet; just get him down.]
farm, B2
But on waking gagged and pinioned, feet bound to the floor and arms so high above his head he's certain a shoulder's about to dislocate if he moves it at all, he knew outside rescue was a better bet than trying to free himself.
So he's kept his eyes open and his head on a swivel for anyone moving through his hallway. Not that he could see anyone, but it will distinguish him from the non-mobile corpses.
The person who does come to his eventual rescue is not the one he would have expected, but he'll take her; he's a life-long example that the small and unassuming could do far more than anyone expected of them.
Besides, she's chosen to approach him while all the rest of his out-self is visible; most would see a monster. That counted for something. He's quick to close his eyes--all of them, on his face and amongst his plumage--before inclining his head in mute assent. He'll be quiet; just get him down.]