She gazed at him for a little longer, then smirked at his little slip up with his expression. “Mages only have humanoid forms. Most supernaturals have two, our original and our humanoid. You’ve clearly seen me in my original form out in the arena, and now you’ve seen my humanoid. I don’t usually stay in this one often or for very long, but it’s easier to teat my wounds this way. Everything is more reachable when you have hands and not claws.”

Inferno’s smirk twisted into an expression of bitter amusement. “Don’t feel any sort of way about my situation. I’ve been here since I was a pup. It’s basically my home — it is my home, my place alongside the bloodthirsty and bloodlust. Perfect place for a Hellhound to resign, eh? Chained up and muzzled, bent to a gambler's will and forced to kill and fight for human entertainment and coin.”

As the Wind Mage scrambled off with a few loose stones in his hands, off to do stars know what with them, Inferno tipped her head back, propping herself up on her hands as she stared at the stone ceiling above her, waiting for him to return with something that would hopefully help her leg.

Inferno looked back down at the front of her cage, herring the rapid footsteps of the Wind Mage. She had learned to recognize the pattern of his footfall so that it no longer set her on edge whenever she heard him coming toward her.

“Thank you.” She said softly, reaching her hand through the thick iron bars separating them and slowly taking the bag from him, careful not to let their hands touch. She could feel the heat radiating off of the stones that were cradled inside. She quickly unraveled the sloppily wrapped bandage around her leg and pressed a handful of the stones to the frozen part of her leg, unbothered by the glowing hot stones. She gritted her teeth at the flash of pain that came with the contact of the wound, but soon that faded as her leg became warmer, and she relaxed, breathing out a sigh of relief.

The stones in her hand had grown cool, the heat sucked out of them by the cold temperature, so she laid those ones down and wrapped the remaining ones to her leg with the bandage,

This time she bandaged her leg properly and neatly, not having to deal with her gaze swimming at the pain. When she finished, Inferno raised her head to stare the Wind Mage directly in the eye.

“I heard you and your brothers fight, but I never caught your name, wind mage. In here, the noise from the arena is still there, a little muter if not as loud, but it'd muffled. You already know who I am, so it’s only fair if I know who you are.” She said, cocking her head to the side and she moved to the edge of her cage, curling her hands around the bars.

"Windlock. Yeah, that'll be pretty easy to remember." Inferno allowed a small, genuine smile to appear on her face as she settled into a more comfortable position. "What can you do, exactly? Manipulate air pressure, summon blasts of winds, suck the air and oxygen from someone's lungs?" She was quite interested to know what he could do, and not just because they might have to face each other in the arena, but because she hadn't had a heart-to-heart talk with another living being for years.

"I think I may have had an older sibling..." Inferno trailed off, trying to remember. "One or two, but I never got to know them."

She chuckled. "Sorry, it's a force of habit. Here, our abilities are only seen as weapons, and my mind has molded around that thought."

Inferno nodded. "I guess that's what the whole 'family first' thing means. Always having each other's backs and protecting one another." Her voice grew slightly longing. She always wanted to feel that bond between her and someone else, but never got the chance to. She didn't trust herself to not get the other creature killed. She had too many enemies, too many targets on her back here. "I've seen a few siblings fighting alongside one another, and they almost always win. I've done partner battles before, but it's nowhere near as efficient. I don't know the other fighter, so it takes a bit longer."

A wandering thought flashed into her mind, one she grew quite curious about. "Why are you here? In the arena, I mean. I can tell your brothers are fit for it, but you just seem a bit too..." She trailed off, trying to find the right word for what she was trying to say.

"No, no, you're too nice to be in a place like this. Kind." Inocent. Inferno hurried to say. "Even the smallest of creatures can be beasts if they have wits." She said.

She sighed, rubbing the back of her neck with her hand. "I mean, you obviously can survive the arena just fine, coming out with only a couple of bruises..." Her eyes trailed along his exposed skin where familiar black and blues had begun to blossom. "But you seem to humane for this kind of thing. Like you wouldn't kill someone just for entertainment. Which is better than I can say for most of the creatures here, myself included."