Inwardly she cringes with the praise.  She was not strong, or else she taken the offer to go north into Canada.  The truth be told, she was scared and it was easier to accept the role of being a slave then it was to fight for freedom.   It was much easier to be belittled and used then it was to fight back.    Yet you needed such as her.  You with a good heart, seemed so out of touch with civilian life. She also knew the type that would gravitate to the other extreme.  Enjoy owning others, being the master.  The freedoms you talk about fighting to return.  They don't exist anymore.  Even without the act, for the longest a disparity had been growing.  Those that had and those that did not.<br/><br/>She lift her gaze and look up to you.  Offering a partial smile.<em>"Thank you."</em><br/><br/>She rise up then and would see to putting the empty dishes into the dishwasher.