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"I am not Rakka Nelphean! You're Rakka wouldn't dare treat you like this! She would never never treat you as anything less than what you are! She was different from me Nelphean! You're Rakka was better and knew better than I!" She closed her eyes and shook her head harshly. What success do I have left?! I live in the middle of nowhere way past my expiration date! You call that success! Take your soul back to Ammit's food bowl and leave me!. Her attention back to Saradin. Who seemed almost offended at her words before. " It's not that I don't, but that I am scared to!" Now Saradin was the one making more sense. True, he had started his life over, but here she was practically trying to make him leave but he still stood fast. "Love me Saradin?" The crying started again. "Don't say that..." She didn't want to lose someone else because of that damned word.

"I never said you were." The elf said slowly, truthfully. "You assumed I was talking about my deceased friend, who shares your gentic code... No, Aurahkah, who did I spend the last few days with, greiving from my lost." He walked away.

Her gaze dropped down to Cymarron who ventured closer to her. Every time she started to doubt, those in front of her were there trying to prove her words wrong...actually making sense of what she spoke then correcting it. Eyes back to Saradin. Family, that part spoke true. She knew they loved her as family, just as she had loved the Rayner bloodline as her family. "You say that so sternly, and only you can claim a few days from here...you speak so easily what you see as truth." Her hands raised to lace into her hair and hold her head as if trying to ward away something unwanted. You've made your point...my Pharaoh. You've proved that I can't have what I most want and when I think I have it, it leaves.

Aura started to hyperventilate for seemingly no reason, her eyes widening slightly. "You always...talk like that...Saradin." Hard to think. Flash back. She shook her head again. I'm not stupid...I know you know not even the concept of love. Another shake of her head as she stood there, hands dropping from her head as she swayed slightly where she stood, eyes sliding shut halfway. "No matter....how...many times you lead....me into danger...I can't help but trust you...on everything." If that's the hell I would share with you...I'd prefer to stay in the one here. My own self created living hell. Her head lolled forward slightly. She opened her mouth to say something, but that sentence never had a chance as her eyes fluttered shut and she fell forward, hitting the ground hard. Her mind so did welcome that sweet oblivion of blacking out.

((Look, tis a Niah exit. Whee! Anyway, we can torture me more tomorrow. Night guys.))

"Cymarron's Den is closer. it may not be as..comfortable as her den, but it is well foritifed against spirits and others such things. and is closer."

He pointed to a tunnel in the courtyard, looking much like a rabbit hole by this point.

"Cymarron would not lay a finger on the Den Mother. and nothing will come inside Cymarron's den if it wants to keep it's life while the she rests there."

"Thank you Cymarron, but I think the only thing she needs to worry about hurting her is herself right now. She's safe in her own room, and as Nelphean said, it may comfort her." Saradin wasted no time, following Nelphean's guidance and going into the manor, laying Aurahkah down on her bed. He stood there for one brief minute, eyes closed and praying for her safety before walking out slowly and returning to his own room and shut the door behind him. Where he collapsed.

Nailah stared at herself in horror. "Bare as the day I was born..." she muttered. What once qualified as a dress could no longer carry the term. She had on what she believed to be a skirt and a scrap of cloth. The skirt, if it could be called that had been hacked off to at least three inches above her knees and a tear in the side showed even more skin. Her bronze stomach was out there for all to see and she glared at what the innkeeper's wife called a shirt. It was nothing more than the bodice of her dress mangled and torn horribly. The dress had been suitable if not the tiniest bit revealing, now it was ripped straight down the center hinting at her curves. It ended far too high for her own liking but as she had been told it was the uniform. "Bullshit."

The innkeeper's wife was a pinched and haggard woman who had by the looks of her one foot in the grave. She had said little to Niah, simply began ripping and tearing at her clothes. Niah grabbed her bag and looked inside sighing with relief when she saw she had packed herself two other dresses. At least in a few days she could feel like a lady again. She made her way back out to the inn's main room barely resisiting the urge to cover herself from the lecherous eyes. Walking over she stood there in silence as the innkeeper's eyes traveled her form and then assumed by his stupid grin that she would do.

Dobbs grinned. She was going to make him quite a bit of money. Alicia had been pretty much used up, he thought in disgust. Damn his daughter. She had to go sell herself to every Tom, d**k, and Harry who came in. Now he needed a fresh face. And that's exactly what this girl was. He wondered briefly if she had any family. Family was bad. They could come and get her. She didn't look like she was old enough to be out on her own yet. He'd have to see what he could learn. He handed her a tray and pointed. "Name's Dobbs. If anyone doesn't pay, ye make em come see me. What's yer name anyhow?"

Niah looked at him and swiftly thought. "Merre." THat would do. It was Zeldy's sister's name but he would never know that.

He nodded and said "Go on wit ye. Git to work."

Niah sighed and took the tray then she pasted a smile on her face and went off to take the men's orders.