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She was silent as the woman reprimanded her, wanting to explain but unable to find any words to do so. It felt wrong; to be so unequal, shattered of mind and fit of body. The dull pain in her stomach gave her something to focus on besides the thoughts, the memories, and dulled the sting of shame. She was receptive, however, to the woman's words. not your fault. not your fault. It had been; she'd been naive, trusted, had not run.  not your fault. 

The woman offered to tell her something, and Anatha crept forward, seeking the warmth, the comfort, this woman seemed able and willing to provide. Mahagony gaze did not leave hers as she whispered only "yes," uncurling from her little ball of shame slowly, surely.