Kiriah arched a brow at the old woman. She wouldn't immediately trust the woman, but she still felt filthy, having sat in the dirt for hours with only a sundress on. She gave a nod, standing up and walking to the length of her chain to see what kind of clothing there was.<br/><br/>Even the thought of being branded made Kiriah's skin crawl and her rage build, though she let little more than a sickened look cloud her eyes. If she could do one thing while being a prisoner, it was not to get a mark that showed she was a captive. Being branded would hurt mentally as well as physically for the young woman. She would not be owned, not easily anyway.<br/><br/>She held out her shackles, looking at the old woman expectantly. "I won't run. There isn't anywhere I could go."