At her nod, Mohini felt the slightest glimmer of hope then her slight hope was dashed at the words that followed, she intended to keep on with the herbs, not content with enslavement, she wanted to add humiliation upon it.<br/><br/>Despite the finger that brushed a hair aside, and the gentle way in which she told her to rest, Mohini did not feel comforted. The realization that this woman intended to deform her body, and that she would be given to whomever desired her finally began to settle in and for once, any hope of escape or rescue seemed to far out of reach to be true. Her body slumped in their chains and tears brought on by her despair began to silently leak from her eyes despite her attempts to stop them.