Allyria crouched under a leaf. She'd been offered shelter before, then nearly found herself shot to death and knifed in the back. Her eyes narrowed at his words. She didn't trust this man. He had hurt the others in the little hut with that grenade. The child curled under the leaf, determination filling her eyes. She lay still, not wanting to attract attention. She ignored the mud on her skin and her ragged clothes. She didn't notice the pain in her right wrist. She cautiously picked up a rock, then tossed it away from her, hearing it smack into a tree and some leaves, a good ten feet away. Allyria didn't stir yet. She knew the wildlife could be her death. Better that then be tortured by the Imperials. The young woman kept a hand on her saber.<br/><br/>Dimitria shook her head quietly, her eyes glowing softly. "It's nothing. It's nothing. I'm fine. Go to sleep." Dimi curled against the wall and closed her eyes, ignoring the cold this time.