William
The Doctor scoffed softly in response, averting their gaze. To say that her questions had struck a nerve was an understatement to be sure, and they weren't exactly good at hiding it. There were always just those few sensitive subjects that they never liked to discuss, or have mentioned at all, and this was very much one of them.

Still, no matter how obvious their reaction was, they weren't about to admit any of it. They remained silent at her words, simply using their technique of refusing to say another word on the subject until the other person dropped it. Stubbornly, the Doctor crossed their arms, remaining seated on the ground for now, legs crossed beneath them as always. They would have gotten up, but fainting would only prove her point - best stay low for now.

They silently listened to the story, keeping their gaze lowered. Another former slave... Just how common was slavery in this country? That did explain the injuries, and with how extensive they were... They had no reason to believe that she was lying.

Frankly, they didn't know what to say. Hearing that tale, it made the Doctor feel a little bad about snapping - but they weren't about to admit that right now either. Instead, they just let out a soft sigh, folding their hands in their lap. Looking up, they watched the demonstration of the thread, one eyebrow going up in curiosity. "That is rather intriguing," They said softly, with a slight tilt of the head. "So that is how you... Injured me earlier?" Part of them wanted to examine it more closely, but they didn't want to risk upsetting her - after all, they'd seen first-hand how dangerous that weapon could be.
Lelah
"You're a stubborn one yourself huh? Though I suppose it's not a surprise when you seem to not like the topic of killing someone. Which means you probably did or something close but now regret it." *She would move her hands a bit as to let the threads reflect the light it got and to show how small of threads they were. Just because they were being stubborn didn't mean she wouldn't show them.*

*She would after a bit make them vanish as she looked at them just sitting there. She wondered why they just were sitting but had her guess as to why. She probably was more right than they wanted to admit.*

"Don't excuse my story with pity, I deserved some of what was coming to me. Though not all of it. They just shipped me here to be a slave. Thought it wad a great place to I guess?" *She shrugged as she didn't want to talk about it all yet. She would have to make a run for it later anyways.* 

"Yesz this is how you got injured because it isn't just some simple threads. Though I doubt yiu probably want to experience it again to find it how it works. It's usually a long explanation and since you don't want a warm meal doubt you got time to listen to it all"
William
Once again, the Doctor said nothing, and only silently averted their gaze, staring down at their hands, left hand cradled in their right. Had something changed? Had people gotten better at guessing, somehow? Or had they just gotten worse at hiding their secrets?

No, that wasn't it... Probably. The fact that people tended to guess what was going on with them was likely because they were spending a lot more time around others. Not because they particularly wanted to, no, it was more because over the centuries, their body had weakened to the point where it was getting more and more difficult to make a quick getaway after healing people, forcing them to spend more time around them. It truly was a pain.

She deserved it? Once more, the Doctor raised their gaze to meet hers. "What do you mean, you deserved it?" They asked with a hint of curiosity evident in their voice. Most people wouldn't say something like that about being shipped off to be a slave - it was making them wonder. And hey, they'd earned some questions... Right?

Using their curiosity against them now, was she? The Doctor resisted the urge to shoot her a glare, and instead just sighed. "Fine, if you truly must insist like that, we can get something to eat. And before you ask, I don't have a preference for anything. I usually just go for whatever is cheapest or takes the least effort to prepare." They looked away again, in the direction of the city. "You pick something out. I'm not picky." That certainly was one way of putting it.
Lelah
"You know you are a bit bad at hiding your reactions to things, right? Are you always like that? Actually forget I'm asking. You probably won't answer anyway." *Oryra would hold out her hand to them to help them up. They might be stubborn but didn't mean they couldn't get a hand up from the ground. She knew all of the story of hers would take time to tell and if it got the doctor to go eat the better.*

*She would wonder why they cradled their hand a bit. Was there a reason or just something that made them feel better? She was really just reading too much into all of it now but she couldn't help but not. She wanted to know more of this docs story. Why had they done something wrong.*

*Oryra would stop for a second at them asking her on what she meant, though would shrug as she didn't too much care. She could kill the doctor if she felt they would tell.* "I said I deserve some of what I had coming. Not all of it. But if you must know, I got caught stealing and let's just say it went down from there." *She would shrug as it was her life, stealing was a regular thing for her to do.*

*She couldn't help but smile at them finally agreeing to go get something to eat. No one knew her enough to know she was a runaway. So it should be fine yes?.* "Oh you go for cheap? Well we can't do that this time at all. And don't worry. The slavers are paying for this meal." *She couldn't help but smirk as she showed a stolen coin purse she'd taken while running. They deserved to lose some cash when they worked in such a trade.*