She lets her head be guided down onto the softly rounded shoulder.  Her body was deceptively relaxed, but her mind was tense with questions and worry.  What kind of attention did Breakfast want?  What did Kerelith mean by she thought too little of herself?<br/><br/>"Am I not just another slave?"  She sat up a moment, looking in her eyes as her own spoke her real question.<i>Am I not damned?<br/>
</i><br/>Melony was trembling.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>