Allyria glared at him. "They're not criminals. They're a few people who had the misfortune of being caught out on the streets, like you. And if this is how you thank me, next time I'll leave you in there," she grumbled, immediately stalking away down the street. She frowned bitterly, crossing her arms over her chest and silently wondering why she'd bothered helping him in the first place. As the guards checked out the "fire", Dimitria stalked towards the little hut she shared with the others.<br/><br/>Dimitria numbly woke. She looked up at him and then frowned and curled out of his reach, numbly moving back to the floor. She silently coiled into a ball and slipped asleep again. She didn't bother shaking the images from her head, letting the terror she always felt when sleeping envelope her. She could always use it to fuel the Dark Side later.