Larksong Grotto dreams walking in broad daylight

She did not know what good she could do - and by his own answers, as they dripped from him like poison, she learned it was not good he wanted done; it was survival, it was whatever he wanted. It was freedom, in a way.

He turned to leave. Indra remained hunched over her rat and almost did not move again, staring at this headless thing she was so possessive of -- Wait!

She was up and moving, leaving the cold rat corpse behind. Her whole body was curved in a diminutive shape as that came most natural to her, and yet she caught up to him easily.

Hanging back behind him in case this was all truly a trick - but she's clearly accepted some aspect of what has been offered. M'name's Indra. The girl introduces herself with her wild eyes averted, stealing glances at the man's dark and mealy face. A name was as good as a contract.