Stavanger Bay while I pondered, weak and weary

The concept of validity had not entered her mind when she had agreed to the conditions; but now, as the white wolf mentioned trespassing, she paused to think. That night, she had been too close to the territory - perhaps inside of it's boundary, perhaps not - but the details were hard for her to recall. It didn't matter too much by this point, she had already come to terms with the situation (for the most part).

Still, she gave a small shrug. "I don't remember," she blandly responded, not wanting to linger too long on the topic, but.. She was curious about the practice of keeping slaves, and captives. Was she a captive, then? "I was trying to keep warm beneath some trees, and Charon said he'd save me, but I'd owe him." Her face squished up a little as she pondered, trying to recall exactly how it had gone down, but Java has a bad memory and no time to look it up. "Am I a captive then?" The question blurted from her mouth, and then she looked sheepishly at her feet. "I mean.. I guess so, right."