"You... her, here? N-now?" Cerul seems completely caught off-guard by the off-hand dealing of the situation. "I... oh, gods, my hair, my clothes... I can't meet her like this! I was training! She's<em>HERE?!</em>" Her voice nearly cracks, from emotion, as she tries to process it all, so quickly, very nearly panicking.<br/><br/>Saffron was not in good condition; she'd been broken fairly badly, before being taken in by the sultan, although her time in the harem had actually been good for her. It was far less demanding, and the other girls were very supportive, many of them, anyway. She was treated like most elves, in the city, as a fairly low-class person, but she'd been there for more than a few years, and had a fair amount of seniority amongst the girls.