They could see the cat grin along the space between the cell bars. "You think it's dangerous for me, yes? I appreciate that, coming from you. But I just wanted to see you two. After I heard what the others did, I thought best to see how you were." His eyes grew concerned, especially when he looked down towards Aidan.

As though he were reminded of something, the cat pulled out a small bottle from his pocket. He then kneelt down stretching out his arm between the bars towards Aidan as though he were beckoning a pet. "Drink this tonic." Aidan was at first weary, however, he scooted towards the bottle and took hold of it. Without a word, he drank it, proving he trusted the guard without a question. The guard took the bottle back after Aidan had finished.

"What's your name?" Aidan asked, looking up as the other began to stand up.

"It's Kirill." He answered, glancing up towards Voltrick again with a little nod. "I'll be back when I can. Stay well until then."

Promptly, Kirill made his exit, turning from the cell bars towards the dungeon. Opening the door, Voltrick and Aidan can see that Kirill was a silver-white snow leopard, young and slim under his military garb. He looked back to his comrades and then stalked out.

Voltrick kept a stern gaze even after the feline stated his appreciation; only listening and watching without responding. But he wasn't without his discomfort. How can someone show such kindness in such a place? And to show some appreciative action toward Voltrick was awkward enough for someone like Voltrick.

Voltrick's thoughts only dwelled on this for a short time until this stranger offered some kind of tonic to Aidan. His eyes narrowed as he watched Aidan accept it and quickly drink it up. How can he be so trusting? Yes, this individual had shown some sort of kindness and risked coming down here. but, what if it all been a lie? What if he was trying to get aidan to drink some sort of deadly concoction?

A heavy, silent sigh was released frustratedly after this Kirill spoke again. Voltrick gave a calmer look to him when he had given his nod, but no nod was returned. At least he wasn't scowling or growling, that's a good sign.. on Kirill's behalf.

Voltrick's gaze followed the feline as he left, a thoughtful, stern look upon his face. He seemed kind enough, for that he could offer at least a little trust for him. But in this place, no one is to be trusted completely.

Once the door had closed again, Voltrick turned back to Aidan with the same stern look. "Tonic?" He asked, not entirely sure how to approach saying it. he didn't want to outright ask how he could have trusted consuming a substance from someone he never met, but he didn't want Aidan to be over worked up, you could say.

Aidan turned his head to look at Voltrick after hearing him. Then a little smile curved along his lips. "He seemed very...familiar." Aidan answered, as though that would solve all of Voltrick's questions. He scooted closer to Voltrick, laying down on the stone feel strangely warm in the cold dungeon. It seemed the tonic was working as Aidan closed his eyes calmly for what seemed like the first time in a while.

"I've...seen him...somewhere..." he murmured dreamily just as he began falling asleep. His body didn't feel like moving...and he was warm. Aidan might as well try to sleep.

Voltrick quietly watched Aidan get more comfortable. Voltrick's ears folded back to the quick change of Aidan's mood. From sad, pained, and depressed to a calmer, somewhat happier mood.

It was comforting, though, seeing Aidan a bit more on a brighter side. Even though he was in the cold dungeon with a monster, Aidan seemed to be happier now than he had been since Voltrick brought him here. Perhaps that stranger's visit was better than Voltrick thought. And it was nice, at least to think about, to maybe have someone else in this place who isn't trying to torture him.

Voltrick looked down; noticing the ripped jacket still in his hand. He had originally ripped the jacket off to give some sort of bandage to Aidan's wounds. But now that Denzel has come and gone, there was no point in that now. He would have put it back on himself, but the sleeves were ripped apart so it could be removed away from the shackles. But he could still use it around his back to keep warmer.

A simple blink was made before Voltrick looked to Aidan. His wounds were bandaged pretty well, but his clothes were almost completely destroyed. A quick glance was made to his ripped jacket before it returned to Aidan. Voltrick's eyebrows lowered as he contemplated using the jacket for himself, but soon moved over towards Aidan and silently laid the jacket to blanket over the cat.

Without a word, Voltrick moved away from Aidan and to his normal corner; sitting against the corner wall with his arms folded.