At first, Eleanor thought that she could handle Percivus and his questions. After spending months with Jocelynn, accompanying her nearly every day since they left Blackwell County, she thought she understood her cousin well enough to know what Jocelynn would and wouldn't have said.
Even though her mind was hazy with fatigue and her stomach gnawed at her with hunger, she felt confident that she wouldn't betray her cousin and that she could find a way to win a small victory for both of them.
So long as Percivus kept to his promise about the food, that was. If he was lying to her, then nothing she did would matter, but she chose to believe there was a scrap of honor buried within the Inquisitor's black heart somewhere that would still bind him to his promises… Or, perhaps he would keep to his promises out of a twisted desire to 'win' using the rules of his own game.
