Lion Head Mesa sins and scars you'll never recognize

Sayf listened quietly and intently as the guard leader told him of her past. Like him, she had been born into servitude. And like him, she had not known kindness. 

But eventually, she had found freedom, and now she lead the mazoi. Freedom had never been something he thought much about, surprisingly; he wouldn't even know what to do with it. But being here felt like it might be similar. 

I was born into this life, too, he told her, hoping to convey that he knew better than most what she had been through. I am sorry that you suffered so much. If she would allow it, he would offer a gentle touch of his nose to her shoulder.