Amber gave a little frown, just a down-turn of the sides of her lips as the news relegated her to a related incident. She had other reasons for the feeling though. Amber felt like a serial killer, or maybe just an accomplice, but either way, she feared the police getting any closer. Amber knew full well what Ruxandra was, there wasn't even a word for it, she was fairly sure. Amber had experienced more than any human could withstand, and she knew she'd spent a while on the edge ofthe state that the two girls still in the house, aside from Harmony, had. She'd felt the numbness creeping up, the lack of feeling that her mind imposed to shelter her from the reality of what had happened.<br/><br/>Amber had something else, though, a tenderness she felt that Ruxandra had showed for her even then. She was whole again, not like Harmony, though she'd been halfway to being stripped bare, Ruxandra had restored her body, and Amber felt safe, in a new way, with Ruxandra. Amber didn't speak all that much, her vocal chords once removed had been strange getting used to again, when the whole time she'd spent without them had been the times when she actually wanted to scream. She really only talked softly anyone, like a lover might.<br/><br/>Amber leaned against Ruxandra. Her hands resting on Ruxandra's wrists. Amber wasn't sure what to make of Harmony and what Ruxandra did with her. It didn't feel like Ruxandra was cheating, at least not in an emotional sense, and Amber certainly didn't care about the physical sense. Amber chose to ignore it, because really, everything felt perfect, an admittedly subject kind of perfection, but Amber would be the first to admit, what had been done to her, she would have asked for again, just to be where she was now.