Vieira did not wait long before Kaena actually came out to find her. Her ears fell back against her head as she stared at the ground, the sight of the elder woman's feet in her vision but she was too afraid to move. What had she done? Whatever Kaena said to her did little else other than worry her and she picked one of her hands from the ground to wipe back the tears from her eyes. It took her a long moment to gather herself and slowly she withdrew from the ground, leaning back on her heels. Her own pale golden gaze stayed on the ground and she sucked in a breath.
"Did she... did she come back for me?" she asked, her voice breaking through her question because she was afraid. What if she was really back for her? And would Kaena give her up since she had only been a gift? Tightening her jaw, her eyes welled up again. "Please... miss Kaena, don't let me go back with her," she cried. Vieira did not often ask for things about herself but she was comfortable here, Kaena was good to her, and she had even put on a little more weight than she had before. The comfort of routine—despite the war—had been something she liked, there had been minimal violence and punishment and her good work was not taken for granted and she was not punished without reason.