From the corner of her eye she watched as another of the elven women moved eagerly to take his gauntlet from him, and she felt his lips against her neck, his breath making her shiver with revulsion even before his hand stroked down toward her sex. It was for these poor creatures that she had come, to bring them back to Good Diune, but it was all the more heartbreaking to see them, to hear the lies he'd impressed upon them.<br/><br/>"The path they were born to, and were happy to travel as our people are meant to do, with love and choice and understanding."