"I'll take that as your word that you will never tell a soul." She replied softly, holding herself up with shaky arms, her head tilted, drooping, to stare at his back. "Master Darius I... You remember four years ago, when my powers bloomed over night?" She asked, waiting a beat before continuing. "They did it because that was the night I lost my virginity. I don't entirely understand it, but sex is what helps me regain power, and as fast as the deed can be done, not to mention powerful. It's why I'm strong, and it's why I'll be able to help this town..." Her voice trailed off, eyes turning away. "But... I can't do it alone. I need to go into the village and find someone healthy to... To oblige my needs." It was humiliating to say, and she felt sick. She'd just told her Master that she had sex on a regular basis and that was why she was so good. She expected any number of names, whore, half-breed, anything he could say to hurt her.<br/><br/>Uncertainty ran through her, and genuine fear. She'd been the victim of verbal abuse all of her life, and the last person she needed it from was him. She didn't look back at him, simply staring at the parched ground before her, biting her bottom lip. He held all the power, he could easily urn them around, drag her home and tell the other Magi. He could give her up and make her life hell. But she needed to take the chance, or more people would die, and she couldn't stand the thought.