Morigan stared at him silently, face drawn. She did not try to speak, and instead scrunched up slightly. When he mentioned her britches being gone, she flinched, barely noticeable to the human eye.<br/><br/>When he left, she slumped ever so slightly in relief. Then she hugged her knees, eyeing the man who came in to watch her with suspicion. She watched him for hours, until finally, FINALLY, she slowly fell asleep.<br/><br/>The girl was exhausted, and yet her sleep was not deep. She tossed and turned, sniffling and whimpering from her dreams.<br/><br/>When the morning came, she bolted upright, strangely enough right when the sun peeked over the horizon. Then she resumed her curled up position, trying to preserve her modesty as much as she could.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>