"One year, for you. But time was contracted in your perception. This is common practice for immortals, allowing us to save time and resources, and be safer about your type."
The guard led them to some sort of office, where a woman sat. A small sign on her desk indicated her as the warden of this wing of the prison. "Yes? You are a recently released convict, I believe. You have questions?"
He took her hand, and led them to the prison. The guard that had released Helda was still outside, as though he had been waiting for them.
"Do you have someone we can talk to? We have some questions about Helda's incarceration."