" he sighs out interrupting her, leaning over the stove not looking at her, not able to face her. "Huh?" she asks confused, thinking, How could he not...know?Jarod sits her down on the couch and sits in front of her on the coffee table holding her hands in his. He sighs heavily, hoping he'd never have to tell anyone about what he'd done. He looks down to their hands and fingers laced together, his palms sweating and her thumbs stroking the backs of his hands reassuringly, "Baby it's OK. You can. Each girl had prepared one course, and Mama was proudly presenting the fished product. The starter was a fish soup, made with fish from the local river; the main course was a fish pie, using different fish combined with potatoes grown on one of the other farms, and the sweet was a cheesecake.Mama explained, "We are aiming to learn a range of recipes familiar to Europeans and Americans, as these make up the majority of the population on Rehome. Once we are at ease with these recipes, we will. All jokes aside, I needed to have some questions answered. And I only hoped I didn’t turn up dead, or unable to be located somewhere. “So, I certainly don’t want to question a good thing. But, what’s with this stuff Dawn mentioned about being bound, being my servant, and me as her master?” Fallon’s eyes narrowed. “Remember our discussion of power?” “Yeah, I remember.” “Come with me,” she said. “You’re a hard worker and you have begun to prove yourself. So I will show you why I brought you to. She went to the bathroom, did her teeth and managed to cough up some of the water she’d been tortured with. Finally she crept into the bed, which had fresh clean sheets at least. She remembered her third tracker, that they hadn’t found. She couldn’t even feel it, but it was a foreign body wasn’t it? It might get infected down there if she left it in too long? The box of supplies and everything seemed to mean they were going to keep her here for a long time. She reached in, managed to grip it.