Rhianna is still a bit out of it as she's left beck to her room, trying her best to keep up with what Elena is saying to her...she retains most of it though despite being out of things, right up to the point to where she's brought into her room, some sort of cleric as it turns out. "H-hello Emon." she murmurs<br/><br/>This time, as Emon explains awkwardly she pays a lot more attention, even if it brings to mind exactly what has happened to her. His touch on her belly is a shock to her. "Could I possibly have been made...with child?" she thinks to herself. She couldn't even imagine bringing the child of one of her rapists into this world, even if such a child would be blameless. With a sinking heart she nods "I...I will accept your help, Cleric Emon." she murmurs softly. It feels a little..unsettling, accepting his help like this. He can't heal the damage done to her psyche, only time would do that, but at least he would prevent the tragedy from growing worse for her. Even though her heart hurts to do this, she knows it is the right thing for her to do, and if she intends to survive she needs to make the right decisions for herself from now on.<br/><br/><br/>-SIX MONTHS LATER-<br/><br/>Rhianna yawns a bit as she slowly awakens. By now she was used to getting up early, since now she had gainful employment of sorts. Rising from her bed, she uses some water to freshen herself up before getting herself dressed in the clothing the waitresses wear. She pauses a bit before heading out, looking at herself in the mirror. She can at least recognize herself still, although she's pretty certain that no one else would. Her raven black hair, normally long and flowing, had been cut down to a short ponytail. She'd lost a little weight too, no more rich meals or feasts here, plus the constant working has kept her in pretty good shape, her figure now a bit on the slender side. She's not exactly petite, although the fae blood that her family carries does lend towards a certain fineness to her features as well as a physique that wouldn't impress those who liked ample women. Her eyes though...her violet eyes are still something that really marks her as unusual...thank the gods that no one has connected this simply waitress to the lost princess yet.<br/><br/>Working these months had been very hard on her...she had sworn from the start to pull her own weight, but being unused to hard work it had been a difficult time. Worse, being out among the customers had been hard, as her beauty had certainly caught the eyes of the menfolk, and she was still quite frightened around strange men. It had taken at least three months just to overcome her nervousness in that regard, but she had stuck to it. In her free time she had listened and learned what little tidbits she could, possessing a keen fascination with what her protectors did. She picked up a trick or two herself, something to at least keep her safe out among the tavern.<br/><br/>Now...she was growing antsy. With the town still occupied she really had limited mobility, for her own good and all, but now she yearned to be...somewhere else, at least once in a while. She was grateful for all that was done for her but now she felt a little...trapped, here in the tavern. She had already made a few noises to some of her fellow workers about these feelings, and had even managed to creep out once or twice without being noticed as far as she could tell. But for now she needs to get ready for work and not worry about such things. With a sigh she stepped out of her room, ready for another day of drudgery.