Dora embraced Dancer for a moment, happy to hug her friend, but still regarding Pride with a look of not trusting him.<br/><br/>"Yes, well, letting me leave would be all well and good, but what about Dancer? Would you let her walk out the door as easily as me?" Dora asked. "I mean, she has things she might want to do with her life too, it can't all be about sitting on pillows all day." She finished, as she crossed her arms a little. She wondered in the back of her mind if this fellow would let her out. She'd seen some things that would change the world if word got out, after all.<br/><br/>She looked back at Dancer, a little bit of sadness in her eyes. Even without the brand, she seemed to be content to be a thrall.