Amora followed silently, though her mind was abuzz with a mix of feelings. Anger, hate, shame, and great sadness surrounded her heart, but she willed herself to remain quiet until such as time she could release her pent up frustrations. It was unfortunate that Tehvar would get the bulk of her rage, but he seemed to know how to deal with such things.<br/><br/>They rode through the town once again, Amora continuing her meek, fearful charade until they managed to get out of sight of the other demons. It was then that Amora broke down. She jumped off the horse even before it stopped fully and held herself, tears streaming down her cheeks. They weren't far from where the river was, the river the slave felt like drowning in right about then.