The sting turned to calming cool.  She hugged the trunk as she trembled.  It felt, in a way, lovely.  With each new sensation, the broken skin closed.  She didn't want to look at what he was doing.  She'd really had enough. [color=a187be]"I want to go home,"[/color] she whispered to the tree.  The tree, of course, did not reply.  Too soon the gentle hands on her feet and the calm, cooling sensation was gone.  She lifted her dirty face and looked down at him as the comfort of clothing hid her vulnerable areas.

She did not fight as they came down the tree.  She didn't understand what he said but she was too tired to care.  this day had been too much and she wanted to go to sleep.  Her body was far too fatigued to do much else but stand and lean against the rough bark.  His towering figure blocked the light from the false sun and she turned tired, tear-swollen eyes up to him.  She nibbled her lower lip.  What mattered to him her name?   She was just a piece of entertainment, wasn't she?  Finally, she sighed and replied in a tone relaying defeat, [color=a187be]"I am Wilhelmina.  Most people just call me Willa.  Can we..." [/color] She slid down the trunk so she sat, shivering on the ground.  [color=a187be]"I just want to lay down.  Please."[/color]  She buried her faced against her knees and hugged them close to her chest.