Nick wasn't sure what to make of Marie Dufay.  She blushed like a virgin and claimed not to remember how they were travelling together.  Did she really not remember?<br/><br/>"My name is Nick.  I found you a few days ago.  You were bruised and naked.  You looked like you'd been beaten repeatedly."  And whipped, but perhaps not recently.  The scars on her back were older.  Undoubtably raped as well.  Better not to tell her all that, or that he'd killed the men who had been abusing her.<br/><br/>"I've been taking care of you since then.  You haven't really been around the past few days.  It was like you were sleepwalking.  You didn't really respond when I tried to talk to you."<br/><br/>He turned away from her and stood.  If she wanted to see his ass, she could.  Not much room for modesty.  He pulled on his leather armor then turned back to face her.  "If you don't remember me, what do you remember?"