<div align="center"><strong>Cariad being tended to by Autolycus in the Infirmary</strong></div><br/>As the warm water rolled off her skin, Cariad's eyes slowly rolling back into her head. The smell was coarse on her nose but she did not care, the ointment was being applied for a reason. The tenderness in the Medicine Man's touch was one that she hadn't felt for a long time from any human being, let alone a man. As the water rolled down her sides, following the curve of her form and dripped through the woven mattress, Cariad focussed on the dripping noise, letting it take her from the pain, from the room. Back to her home, where her bear feet was tickled by the blades of green grass, where the animals that feed upon the lush green grass, feed those who nurture them and their land.<br/><br/>Cariad could feel the rain hammering her face, the dark skies overhead as the clouds rumbled the words from the heavens. The lush green grass beneath her feet now sodden as the earth takes the water with much anticipation, eager for it's life source.<br/><br/><br/>Now lost completely to the room around her, slumber and exhaustion taking over her resting body, Cariad slipped into her dreams.<br/><br/>"<em>Hafan, byddwch yn dal i gynnal fy nghalon"</em><br/><br/>Her voice light, full of adoration and longing for the country that held her heart, for she knew she would never see it again. Resigning to the fact that this was her home until she died or paid her freedom, Cariad would be surrounded by more arid browns and oranges, men and women eager to prove themselves. This was going to be a lesson unlike any her father could have taught her.<br/><br/>As her mind began to go through the memories of her family, Cariad was lost to all outside her mind. Her body was with her mind, relaxed and sated. For now.