Azalea stopped fighting against them when they were out of sight of everybody else and was just looking at the two guards from where she was sitting in the torture chamber. Well going the opposite direction would have seemed more suspicious, so this was the best area to come to. "The oldest of the dancers is the younger sister of the second in command." she was passing on the information to the guards - knowing that they would pass it onto Grant and Hayden right away. They were the other two idiots, which she was still concerned about but she figured that it would be fine.
Caera was just looking around the room that she was in before looking towards her legs which were wrapped up in bandages still from where the glass had gotten her. She had been told to keep them on for a few hours after she had been healed, and now she was working on taking them off. It had been a few hours. A spell salve had been put on the bandages to make sure that none of the wounds got infected as they were healing up - since the healer had used slower healing magic since it hadn't been a dire thing.