>>26324256 >Screw your lung at the moment, you simply had to ask. >Gestured to Clean to come closed and when she was in reach, you leaned to her ear and whispered one word. "Prisoners?" you accented it like a question, so there would be no doubt what you meant. >At least you hoped so. >The green mare turned around to pass your question to Hran and you were overtaken by another coughing fit. >Stress of the battle happening dangerously close was taking it's toll on you. When you stopped choking on the air you realized that breathing was difficult again. >Ice and salted water didn't help, or their effects weren't enough now. >However your concerns were voiced. >"What about these guys you captured up on the fifth floor?" >>"They were still in their prison last time I somepony checked" Hran replied slowly. "I will send one of the colts to go and see how are they. Do you need something or you will manage for now?"