The younger woman eyed the water suspiciously but her parched throat and dehydrated body won out. Charisma was grateful for her mom’s help because she was too weak to hold the dish up by herself. “Th-thanks.” She coughed out, turning her head and spitting some left over vomit from her mouth. She took a moment to assess the damage done to her body then slowly climbed to her feet. She nearly collapsed as she put weight on her right ankle, a strangled scream escaping her from the pressure. “I think my ankle’s broken.” She informed Piper, supporting herself by wrapping her fingers through the bars of the cage. “How did you find me?” She didn’t mean to sound ungrateful but her mother had to know that her being taken was a trap for her, Phoebe and Paige.
Piper said softly, observing her with a worried look in her eyes. She hovered nearby, ready to grab hold of her daughter if she lost her balance. She couldn't help the tears that welled up in her eyes when she heard her scream.
"We don't have to go far.. You can lean on me. As soon as we're out of this place, Paige can come heal you."
She said, moving closer so she could lean on her shoulder.
"I'm your mother. I will always come find you. And kick the ass whoever's responsible for capturing you.."
She muttered darkly, because no one laid a hand on her children without consequences..