"Hey, you! Get back here!" The Imperial Guard had seen her from his post. Allyria froze, trembling as he grabbed onto her arm. "What are you doing out here? The curfew started an hour ago!" Allyria bent her head, frightened half to death. "I-I was p-picking f-f-flowers... for my m-m-mother... Sh-she's... s-s-sick... I must have g-g-gotten lost in the woods," she protested, tears filling her eyes. The guard just sneered, curling his lips into a mocking reply. "O-Oh... I-Is... th-th-that... what h-h-happened?" he asked, laughing at her. Allyria shivered, bending her head lower. "Yes, sir...." The man slapped her hard and sent her reeling. Then he caught sight of Ethan. Grabbing the girl with one arm, he drew his side blaster and stalked over to Ethan, tapping him on the head with the blaster. "Get on your feet."<br/><br/><br/>Dimitria silently stumbled from her shack, limping up the road and settling there in her, slightly skimpy, leather outfit. She looked up, noting Joby on his way home. The tall blonde sighed, then steadily wandered over, limping slightly. "Joby...?" she called slowly, abandoning her nearly always hostile tone. She looked up at the slightly taller apprentice, shivering. "I..." He was glaring. She sighed then backed away, turning. A dagger was still thrust into her shoulder. "Right then... I'll.. just be seein' ya tomorrow."