Yorda thought. "The shadows here are like my mother's," she murmured. "They are all empty." She couldn't help but pity them, even while she shuddered in fear at the thought of them. She pushed them from her mind and kept walking, silent for the moment.

Even if this man was intimidating, the girl thought she liked him. Of course, after the intense loneliness of her imprisonment, it was hard for her to understand disliking anyone; she had even loved her mother.