Lauralye looked at David and shook her head, "He is not someone for you to toy with, David," She said, in a commanding voice. A voice far different from her usual soft and sweet one. She held her husband's gaze, "And he wants 'going after' me."

She moved to the front and spoke quietly, not to allow the few who attended to hear her, "He lay in that bed merely because I was ill and cold. Were you here, it might have been you. But you weren't. However, I am not going to allow you to treat him in such away. He. Is. Not. A. Slave."

She walked over to Robert then and looked at the guard who watched over him. She held out her hand. After moment, the guard hesitantly handed over the keys. She looked at Robert as she crouched down and unchained him, "When you can," She said quietly, "Fly away..." She met his eyes, "Be free, okay?"