She should not reach the state of trying to harm herself until much later. Self-preservation and escape and a burning need to get back at me would be ...oremost on her mind at this point.Rebecca Wolfenstein, now 398 looked much as I expected. The priceless gown she had worn gone, replaced with an ordinary orange prison garment, and it didn’t fit well. I had made sure it would be a few sizes too big. The cell was as I had ordered it, about as bare and austere as one could make it, with only the. The wizard slouched casually in a chair at a table piled with food,tearing bits off of a roll. At the other end of the table, the Princesssat, shamelessly dressed in trousers and a cup-sleeved blouse. Her hairwas rudely tied behind her into along pony tail, and she picked at asmall salad of local greens and roots. A third place had been set atthis side, in the middle.The princess looked up when the door opened, and waved. Orlon stood,tossing the roll over his shoulder as he did (it. I dried my hands on the towel by the fridge, and she called out she'll be a second more, as her top was all twisted up. I joked and said "get a robe" A minute later, she said she was ready and I came around the corner, I saw her relaxing against the table slumped over. Obviously relaxed, she stretched again, her perky nipples poking against the shirt. Instead of our usual hand shake, she gave me a very tired hug, pressing her chest into me. I gathered my things, and thanked me because she. She was a bit startled when a hand started stroking her hair."Good morning," Sara Jay whispered. "What brings you in here so early in the morning?"Sarita looked up, "Sorry, I woke up in the middle of the night and came looking for my mom. She wasn't here; so I just crawled in next to you. I hope that's okay with you."Sara Jay hugged the young girl, "Of course it's okay. I'm glad to have you. I'm sure these guys would feel the same if they were awake." Sara Jay raised her left arm to hold the.