Felicity knew their stares, as she followed Brom and his horse wooden-legged into the town she'd only left little more than an hour before herself; she'd been among them several times before, watching with a clutch of fear upon her heart at the sight of some wretched creature following the man's horse in dirtied defeat. Always, she had felt gratitude that the dark eye of the Percivan family had passed over her.<br/><br/>Now she saw that in others' eyes - fear, pity, and even gratitude that it was she being taken and not them. That, and Adrianna - sister of her heart, the best friend that ever she had know, running from the sight of her. That scream was one of the most raw reactions her shameful, bedraggled appearance wrought, and oddly, even as it sparked her tears anew, it gave her hope. If Adrianna could be so horrified by this... perhaps there might be hope of some sort of rescue, however faint.<br/><br/>But for now, rescue did not come from the untouched girl, who turned and ran from sight - perhaps going to cower in the safety of her own home, trembling from having seen someone she knew and loved, someone like enough to herself that it was like a mirror of horror to see Felicity brought so publically low.