The feel of the wind along her bare flesh brought shivers to her skin.  Shivers strengthened by the command in his voice and ice in his eyes.  As his gaze shifts so to does the shivers travel, matching his gaze, tightening her muscles while those not in direct contact with his vision relaxed of their own accord.<br/><br/><em>Miaren, I don't know if you can still hear me, but I am so sorry.  I didn't know.  I didn't understand.  I'm so scared.  I just want to go home.  I am so, so very sorry.</em><br/><br/>Bringing her hands to guide Miaren toward the wooden appliance took almost every ounce of strength left to her.  So strong was the desire to not do this to her.  Whatever 'this' would turn out to be, she knew, instinctively, at a gut level..  it was not something she wished for her.<br/><br/><em>I wish Draque were here.  I knew he could get us out of this but I cant think of anything to do that wont make things worse.  I'm sorry.</em><br/><br/>Tears glistening unshed, clinging to her lower lashes cloud her vision as she gently guides Miaren to the device, hands barely touching her as she complies to her instructions.  Not a whimper, not a sound of any sort escaping her lips to betray his commands.<br/><br/>Bending her over the device Fern's tear filled eyes make the buckles on the straps near impossible to see.  Going by feel alone she carefully closes them.<br/><br/><em>I didn't tighten them completely.  You can get out if you work it a little.  If you get the chance, run.  Don't worry about me.</em>Her inner voice giving away a rueful laugh.<em>I'm a survivor, remember?  I'll be right behind you, but if you get the chance.  Go.  Don't look back.</em>