Martha's voice was choked with sobs, her words halting.
"You saved us... You gave us clothes to change into, food to eat, a place to rest... You made those men treat us with respect..."
"I don't know why you did it... b-but I can't just do nothing..."
"I have nothing of value... only my daughter and myself... I know it's not worth much... b-but it's the only thing I have to offer you... Even if you find it distasteful, my lord... you are still my lord... Whatever you wish shall be done..."
Listening beside her, Lina's small body trembled even more violently.
She didn't understand what her mother was saying, but she could feel her emotions.
An emotion that mixed hope with despair, and pleading with fear.
She reached out her small hand, wanting to grab the hem of her mother's clothes, but didn't dare.
She could only pull her hand back and continue to weep silently.
