After hearing the rest of the travellers defend her character, and being unable to keep her trap shut - she just had to work in a response to Nicademus's diatribe about her. As if he knew anything at all about her. As if any of them did, really. Her saviours and... friends, at least deserved some answers to the questions that they had been kind enough to not have asked her thus far on the journey.

"They were not my kin...."

The tiny dorcha-human stepped forward, nodding to An-Hasst, and any of her fellow companions who may have given her a 'look' as she did so.

"They want to kill me because I-" she paused briefly to get the right word on her tongue "humiliate them."

"I hatch a plot to free human slave boy from the markets" she looked right into the blue eyes bursting out from behind scared flesh. She aimed her words like a weapon at the human as she told her story to him.

"But of course, it was the human who betray me in the end... And they locked me away for it and he walked free..." The story of betrayal still stung her, she felt a knot grow in her chest that was a bitter mixture of anger and sadness that had been sitting like a festering poison on her heart for the years since. If Nicademus was looking back he might see her emotional scars etched across her face as she scrunched it up, her lip twitching.

"And I am no Dorcha. Just as I am no human. I am nothing and I will not pretend otherwise, you needn't look so hard over your shoulder at me, I will have a painting made if you love the sight of me that much..." 

It felt freeing to speak so openly about her past and about herself, vulnerability was not something she was experienced with, and she suddenly felt just slightly naked in front of the small crowd. 

"I won't have you look down your nose to me, certainly not to my friends because of me. So how about this, you have my weapons and I will stay where you want me to, in chains should it please you - if it is your [i]kink[/I] - but my friends are free to do as they please..."