Kiriah rubbed her wrists vigorously when the shackles were released. She glanced over at the small washtub at the back of the tent and let out a sigh. Getting undressed in front of an old woman you literally just met was not what the girl had expected her evening to turn into, but she ignored her premonitions of what would happen later as she stepped daintily into the lukewarm water. Scrubbing herself with a small washrag, she didn't even notice a soldier peeking through the gap between the two tent flaps that served as the entrance. Little more of a glance really, as he couldn't see anything more than her gentle curves. Frustrated, he slunk away.<br/><br/>It wasn't an everyday thing when a young, pretty woman is brought into camp and isn't clinging to any sort of husband figure. No, this never happened. Ladies usually got married by 16 years of age, but this one must be a challenge to remain unmarried for this many years. It intrigued some of the men. What a jewel she must be, they thought, if they were to break her themselves.<br/><br/>Kiriah patted the apron down on the front of the dress, feeling suddenly conscious of her appearance. She did look nice, her hair straightened and washed, a new dress. It was weird, she looked innocent, like the world wasn't against her and she wouldn't have to fight to keep herself from being swallowed up by this war.