<div align="center"><strong>Cariad trying to communicate with Galo - Infirmary</strong></div><br/>As the man neared her, Cariad tried to calm her racing heart. Orgasm and fear didn't seem to be a good mixture. Her eyes watching his fluid moves towards her. Fidgeting slightly as she fought the urge to get up and run from him, but knew, should she do that, she would be punished.<br/>His arm was covered in something, she assumed to be clothing, well she hoped it was. His dark brown hair and eyes intrigued her, he was pleasing to her eye. Then he spoke, her whole body seemed to melt, as though he were a magic soothing balm. Cariad did not understand what he was saying but enjoyed the tone of his voice. Friendly.<br/><br/>Cariad felt a sensation she hadn't felt since her removal from her home, her neck and cheeks burning with a rouge. Smiling slightly as she realised she had been staring at him, she dropped her head.<br/><br/>As he spoke again, the pitch of his voice changed as did the words that slipped from his lips. It was a dialect she had not heard on her journey.<br/><br/><em>"No."</em><br/>Being one of the few phrases of latin she knew, and not knowing what he was asking for, Cariad shook her head in desperation. The hunger for knowledge growing, it had been months since she had read the written word. She would need to learn more of their tongue.<br/><br/>As he held out the tunic, shame at her naked form flushed through her dust covered skin. The water marks from having her wounds bathed and balmed visible through the dirt. Raising her arms slowly as she refused to look in his eyes as he dressed her. The yearning to be touched by the man who's voice was music to her soul and who was showing her a great decency filled the pit of her empty stomach. It growled in response.<br/><br/>A chuckle escaped her lips, having forgotten when her last meal had been.<br/><br/><strong>"My deepest apologies, for my body needs fuelling."</strong><br/><em>"Food?</em>Cariad enquired hopefully about something to fill the void within her. Hoping her latin tongue was close, and that her words were correct.<br/><br/>Her eyes looking for his, trying to read his face for a reaction, hoping it would be a positive one.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>