Lion Head Mesa purgatory

She thinks of her family; the offering of gifts in exchange for her service. The crooked teeth of her father and the howling moonshine laugh of her mother, her siblings, her aunt. She imagines they are camping in the sagebrush somewhere over yonder, just happy to have one less mouth to feed — or perhaps they've found another less-wayward pack to live with, for now. Whatever the case, Inji supposed it was not her problem anymore.
Oh, Your Highness, I think they would just be happy to know I've found myself somewhere to live, with that, a billowing, nervous laugh. I would be delighted to, to offer my services to you and your people.