<div class="floatleft">(http://i1089.photobucket.com/albums/i357/DamnedEternally/Siobhan13.jpg)</div><div align="center">Cariad in the Infirmary, with Nakia, Galo, Autolycus and Amplus</div><br/><br/>The one with Fire Eyes howled, Cariad's heart felt heavier. So much heavier. The cage wasn't necessary, she attacked out  of need. Surely, they knew this. Cariad sneaked a peek in her direction, hoping to get a sympathetic look to her. But failed.<br/><br/>“Come. Bath first. Food after.”<br/><br/>Cariad looked up from her knees at the beautiful woman before her, speaking her tongue. There was a variation in dialects, but Cariad understood. Her eyes wide and bright, as a smile stretched across her face.<br/><br/>"<em>Really? You speak Britton? Where am I? Who are you?</em>" Her face fell, when she had a thought flash through her mind, maybe the beautiful woman before her didn't know that much Britton. Dropping her face to her knees again as a tear fell down her dust covered cheek, deliberately hiding her shame.<br/><br/>The naked man in the corner, still there, as Cariad's mind was distracting her from the tears rolling down her. The salacious thoughts about running her hands over his sculpted stomach, the feel of his hot breath on her skin, made her skin flush red. Hoping desperately that no-one noticed, Cariad kept her head to her knees, for fear of retribution.<br/><br/><br/>The urge growing to stand and walk towards the door, as the smell within the room bit at her nose and throat. She needed air, she needed a bath, she needed a meal. The beautiful woman said she would get them, soon. Her stomach growled again in hope. Her skin yearned to feel the water and cleansing nature of the substance. Absent-mindedly placing her hand on her matted and dirty hair, Cariad wanted her soft hair back. Sighing heavily into her knees, hoping that Fire Eyes would be safe from herself and her thoughts while confined to her box.<br/><br/>