The elf sniffed the air, and craned toward Felicity as she shuffled past, whining softly like a dog scenting a juicy bone being kept just out of reach.<br/><br/>Felicity watched with a fear and revulsion she could not quite keep from her features. At Brom's words, she took a step toward the fireplace, but that last word shook her, and horribly. She was to be branded, used... to be a slave to this horrifying household and bear their mark.<br/><br/>Teeth clenching to hold in silent sobs, she moved to stand by the fireplace, close enough that she could feel the warmth of the stones beneath her bare and aching feet, as she dragged her clothing, the last remnants of her free life, from where it dangled from her arms. For a moment she held to it, as if somehow she could cling to the woman she had been... and then bent and gently tossed it onto the flames.<br/><br/>In silence, she watched the cotton catch alight, blackening, smoking, fibers soon crumbling to naught.