<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg142/ElectricBadger/angel1-1.jpg)   <br/><div align="center"><em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Muriel - Unknown</span></span></em></div></div>Muriel shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot, her gaze averted and one hand worrying at the irregular bindings in her hair.  She managed a quick nod at the thanks.  "It's...what I'm supposed to do.  Take care of you."  There was an edge of sadness, almost a begrudging pain.<br/><br/>"When you can leave?"  Muriel looks up, slightly puzzled.  "Oh.  The door.  I can't just leave it there, the others might find you.  They get curious sometimes and wander.  They would kill you."  She sighs and shrugs in resignation, as though discussing a misbehaving child, and looks back to the food.  "You don't want to die, do you?"  she asks curiously.