"Why would they remember you?" said Fengye. "Why would they obey you? It's not like you are offering them anything they want."

Her hair is muddy, her bones are cold, she's shivering and miserable and sleepless and pained and she did all of this because of pride. She can't say it wasn't worth it, but oh does pride make every damn miserable inch of its price agonizingly apparent. It's a price she might pay once, but twice...?

Wordlessly, she crawls forwards into the sled. She accepts this without struggle, obeys this without question or harsh words. Because here the Maid [i]does [/i]have something she wants.