Slave girl became a hot body of emotion. All of the hardships seemed to culminate into the tears that dropped off of her blotchy cheek. She felt better. She was healing tear by tear as if each tiny droplet were infused with abuse and venom, finally being released.

“Slave Girl?” no response.

Alana tried again. “We have to keep moving, it’s not safe to stop for so long.”

“Don’t tell me what to do. No one can do that anymore.”

Slave girl said from under a hunkered chin that turned up, radiating a beautiful resolve to fight. She was stronger now, and looked ready.

"I'm going back to free my brothers and sisters. 
I refuse to hide in the shadows bewildered by 
fear god damn it."

“You, ow, your hurting me.” Slave Girl had grabbed Alana by her shirt, pinching her skin, and was shaking her.”

“I won’t!” She yelled and pushed Alana down to the ground.

“Ok, fine, whatever. You know, you could be a little more appreciative, I did just save your life.”

Alana wasn’t angry. She knew of the…