She sighed a little, sad that he thought of himself so little. When they finally stopped for the night, Amora was blinking drearily, hardly keeping her eyes open. "Couldn't you pay him back somehow without handing me over to him?" she wondered aloud, resting her head on his chest.<br/><br/>She let out a little hum when she was pulled close, not fearful or concerned, but found it nice to be close to someone for once. She wasn't able to be near anyone in a week, other than the slaver when he pulled her to another cage or something. Her eyelids closed, and a small smile formed when he kissed her cheek gently. He was so nice, even if he was a demon, he treated her better than any of the men in her village. Perhaps breaking the curse without killing him would be easier than she thought...