Amora lay in her bed, wide-awake. She didn't shut her eyes, partially because of Lotor, but mostly because of Drinian. He loved her, he wanted to care for her, regardless of what others thought. And he was quick to defend her from being hurt. Her master did not know of the pains she had felt over the years, how she had been abused by others, how little she thought of herself. Until now. She turned on her side, thinking, while her hand slowly felt along her back. Scars. So many scars. She could already guess Lotor was going to be in pain for the next few days after being whipped. She almost wished he didn't have to feel such misery, but it was already done. She shut her eyes tightly, thinking, wondering how she could love Drinian without the world being against them.