Before Pass pronounced any of those random ideas fuelled by nothing but sadism and keen intelect, Silharriel had been crouching at the cage already, trying to get a vague sense of reason - why his sister acts as if badly tormented in soul. It was quite unsettling to him, since woman had shown him once the will to survive he could not understand, mentioning her current position and situation.
"A moment, if you please.", the Eldar sneered to his comrades, leaning towards bars of the cage. His face was stone-dead, but eyes bore such marks of fear and sadness...
"Elirenn... Do you hear me ? What happened ?", he whispered in the language of the Old Race. He hoped that its sound would bring peace to the tormented girl in this cage. "Wake up, Khaine damn it !"
Hearing another wonderful concept of Pass's, the Outcast turned to her a bit, still crouching. His face was showing a bit of disgustment. He whispered, first with language of his mates, but after a split-second he realized and began again, this time in tongue-uncomfortable Low Gothic :
"Use me instead, for with those wounds and grazes I bear I look more like one unwilling to resist or escape. What is more, in her current state of mind any kind of sudden shock - and, mind you, a revelation of being surrounded by wicked half-flesh, half-metal beings is not something to be taken lightly for us, unfamiliar with such deviations - would knock her down for ever. They do not seek dead Eldar bodies, agreed ?"