The bath was warm and pleasant and Crow didn't let his guard down, but he smiled at Hana and tried to pretend he had. She was smart, but she didn't really notice. Children aren't outward-thinking creatures, and Crow was the only caretaker she'd ever known. To her, he was Teflon, he was impenetrable, nothing could get through his armor to hit her.<br/><br/>And perhaps that was true but he'd had javelins jabbed in every chink until he didn't remember the feeling of not being in pain, if he'd ever known it.<br/><br/>They were allowed to wander the estate and Crow went over every inch, making sure he knew every exit and hiding space he might need. He pointed them out to Hana, too, who was yawning and dragging her feet, and finally just told him she wanted to go inside and eat.<br/><br/>So he carried her down the halls of the mansion he'd explored and effortlessly found his way back to the room they'd been allowed. He knew how to make maps in his head and hold them.<br/><br/>There, they found changed sheets and another meal that Hana was almost too sleepy to eat. He helped her sit up and wiped the crumbs off her chin and put her to bed, where she fell into a deep sleep. Then he drunk his soup and took the pills he'd been given.<br/><br/>He looked out the window, and tried to feel relieved he'd seen no sign of a slaving or whoring business in this house.<br/><br/>But if he wasn't to be sold in one method or another, her selflessness made no sense. The whims of a rich woman? Or something more sinister?<br/><br/>He was exhausted, bone weary, but he was used to that and could easily function through it. He rarely got a good night's sleep.<br/><br/>Hana, meanwhile, was snoring lightly in the bed.<br/><br/>The light was low. Crow lit a lamp, after a guilty moment knowing the oil was worth more than him by far.