Shawna had managed to find some moments of silence and peace despite the situation she found herself in. Sleep rarely came and when it did it was often plagued by whispers from the Shadow Man and nightmares. A shallow inhaled breath from her captive companion had her eyes cracking open as she became suddenly alert. They had stopped.

The witch shifted in preparation for spell casting and curse working when she felt the cold metal against her flesh. Not handcuffs as she first assumed she wouuld be restrained by but far worse in a time of need. Charmed silver. Inwardly she swore and sat back as her eyes flickered briefly to searing crimson. The pain that seared through her was another story and the momentary defiance died, snuffed out as surely as any flame without oxygen. This was the price she had to pay. Trust.

Save for Klara, the witch had found she put her trust in the worst of sorts. There had been Trance during her reckless years and then of all things she had come to trust a hunter of all monsters in her non-reckless years. A Hunter of monsters. A Hunter of Her. Talbot. Her stupidity at the realization the situations her heart left her in had her hands clenching. She was nothing better then a fixed mongrel when it came to the charmed silver. Earth magic and the Shadow Man didn't play well together... which left her with curses and blood magic. None of which she had any choice to attempt unless she planned on drawing her own blood.

The hissing screech of the van's door being hauled open shattered her thoughts as she sneered at her captors, a few well landed kicks to Trance only had the man laughing at her.

"Oh cher, you always had fight in ya. Good thing... you will need it where yar goin'. Unless ya prefer to be a broodmare? Hmm. Yer choice." The quick kick to his shin was answer enough for the man as she was near dragged and stumbling towards her new home... the old asylum.