Northstar Vale loom

The silence was piercing to him.

When she said that she did not regret what had been done, only that the girl had not been warned about what she had been traded into, Arsenio’s eyes drifted away. He could hardly remember the girl’s face. That was a horrid thing to realize, he knew. He had traded a life for the woman he held close, and he could not remember the damned girl’s face.

Some of them liked it there. Blue eyes shifted to Tamar. Many of them were there without any trades or persuasion. We do not know if the girl is unhappy. Was he trying to help ease the guilt with paper excuses? Arsenio didn’t know, couldn’t say for sure.

When he dies, we will free her, too. This idea had never left his mind.