To be completely honest, she had not even noticed when her status as a captive had vanished. She thought she'd feel different, that she'd feel like a weigth would have lifted off her shoulders but really it was like the weight wasn't even there. Like all days she awoke and lingered around the forest with her head low and her eyes on the ground --but something had changed.
The first she noticed was that the harsh stares from some faded into neutral or indifferent glances. Then she noticed she was not avoided by others anymore, they did not swerve away as if she was the carrier of the plague. She was beginning to somehow break the mold and integrate herself into the pack. Though Beric continued to be the only one she spoke to.
An today, it was him who seeked her. She had slowly transitioned from sleeping in the den --which she found out belonged to Beric-- to sleeping under a tree, coiled against the trunk to maintain her body heat.
Her long bony legs took her quickly to the meeting spot, though she had gained a good number of pounds since her arrival, the traces of her extreme malnourishment were hard to hide. While her ribs were now covered by a thin layer of fat her hip bones and spine were still pretuberant.
"Hello Beric"she barked softly while approaching him with her head subtly lowered but not to the point she used to as a prisoner.
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