Greatwater Lake But my knees are bruised, from kneelin' to you

Alright, she acceeded control, for now.
It was not her place to question him - at least before, that was how she had to be. Now? Now he was saying there was another way. Nazli knew there were different cultures and different people everywhere, but never had she been shown a purity in living, like this. Where everything was up to one's own whims; no one to order her to perform tasks, no rooms to clean, halls to sweep, or food to prepare. No beds to warm or men to please.
Her face felt warm at that thought; she burrowed back within the den, hiding in the cool dark of it, as if that might ease the feeling.
The only thing that kept her from sleep, now:
Your friend does not like me.