<div align="center"><strong>Cariad being tended to by Autolycus</strong></div><br/>His tone was soft as he questioned her, Cariad knew that much. As he grabbed her arm, she rose to her feet. The welts across her back smarting as she changed her position, her muscles burning, the journey finally catching up with her as she slowly sits upon the bed. The linens and fabric feeling smooth against her sun kissed skin. Pulling the remains of her tatters clothing free from her body, exposing her naked flesh to the room before laying face down on the sheets. Her breasts pressed against the bed, her back dipping as the curves of her form adapted to the flat bed.<br/><br/>Cariad's eyes began to feel heavy as she lay there waiting. The weeks of walking, being pushed and whipped as she trekked across the lands stripped of greenery had caught up with her. Her dark brown matted hair falling around her face, the wounds slowly weeping onto the linen beneath her.<br/><br/>Completely lost to the room, she was concerned for the Wild one in the corner of the room but her body was exhausted, her mind just as spent.<br/><br/>Cariad desperately fought the sleep but after the beating could not muster the energy to do so, possibly incurring another punishment, Cariad closed her eyes and slipped into the land of slumber. She missed the Medicine Man's hands delicately tend to her wounds, she slept so soundly that the pain merely washed over her. Occasionally she murmured in her native tongue, about her family, the lush green lands back home and the odd moan from the pain.