<strong>Lady Beatrice</strong><br/><br/>Beatrice, the Lady of Tsade was not quite done with the bare chested lads before her. She held their attention as tightly as any Regimental Sergeant Major.<br/><br/>“Gentlemen, I assume you will be continuing the tour properly dressed in fresh shirts. As for the young women, one requires assistance walking, I am sure a cane or pair of crutches can be found in the facility. I am positive your supervisor will be pleased to know you both stepped to the challenge and showed great valor. ”<br/><br/>“We could not continue the tour without you.” Lady Beatrice said by way of dismissal.<br/><br/>It was a stunned moment of silence. Both men froze as if trying to decipher the level of danger involved in the tasks she had given them. It took another moment and her last reassurance before they launching themselves into action. Elbows and shoe soles pounding the air as they both raced off in opposite directions out of the hallway of cages.<br/><br/>Her attention was once again drawn back to the three girls. Lily’s reaction was normal under the circumstances but not helpful.<br/><br/>Could there be any more forthright admission of guilt than those of a survivor who seemed unscaved while two friends who’s recent history told the tale of suffering. It was Lady Beatrice who placed a gentle hand in the middle of Lily’s back to keep her from retreating further.<br/><br/>It was time for the girl to learn how to endure and rise above her own insecurities for the good of others. A gentle smile of encouragement accompanied Lady Beatrice stalwart directions.<br/><br/>“Lily, the past can never be changed. But the future is always one good choice after another. Do you think your Madi and Evie would like to cover up with the shirts in your hand?”<br/><br/>“We are on a tight schedule my lovies,” Lady Beatrice said to all three, hinting at something that had nothing to do with a Facility Tour.<br/>