The kindness was keeping Lisle from lashing out.  It had convinced her that this doctor was not truly at fault for what happened to her.  It had convinced her that there was some genuine sympathy behind those cold, clear eyes.<br/><br/>Enough sympathy to offer someplace that wasn't a hard cot in a gray cell, where she would either be shunned for her new appearance or tormented over it.  She couldn't see how she was expected to run away - or even walk - on her new legs, so she would have to put up with whatever happened.<br/><br/>"You'd let me?" she asked.  "I - I don't think I can handle being alone - like this."  Left alone, she feared that she might decide death was a better option, but suicide was a most grievous of sins, and that would be the only way left to her.