<div align="center">Cariad's confused in the Infirmary</div><div class="floatright">(http://i1089.photobucket.com/albums/i357/DamnedEternally/Siobhan13.jpg)</div><br/>The man with the soothing voice placed something in her hand, and closed her fingers around it quickly, her stomach rumbling in earnest. Cariad knew she needed to provide fuel for her body. She needed to find a way to eat the gracious gift. Dropping her head, she opened her hand slightly and hungrily pulled a small part of the dried food, chewing it slowly, in an attempt not to be caught eating.<br/><br/>Lifting her head slowly, watching the Medicine Man and the one with the soothing voice and gentle touch placing the one with Fire Eyes into a cage. Cariad's heart sank. All they both wanted was their freedom.<br/><br/>Cariad's gaze fell upon the one with the voice that soothed her, as he spoke to the beautiful woman. She held herself straight, she had some authority, with who, she did not know, but she could be sure she'd find out soon enough.<br/><br/>Shifting her position on the bed slightly, wincing as welts on her back caught on the fresh tunic covering her nakedness. Looking up to see if anyone had seen her wince, she caught sight of the man stood behind the small woman. His muscles were formed well, that of a fighter or a labourer. Letting out a heavy sigh as she instinctively placed her hand to her head, feeling her once beautiful hair, matted with the dirt of her journey and arrival. Her flesh was soiled and her body ached. Shame coloured her cheeks as she dropped her gaze, desperately hoping she could finish off the rations the Gentle Man gave her.<br/><br/>Nodding to herself, agreeing that the Gentle Man seemed fitting for the one who tended to her so carefully. Cariad's head turned as she tried to read the reactions of the people conversing in the room. Feeling lost at not knowing their tongue, Cariad dipped her head to her knees. Awaiting her fate.