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Silence hung between the pair for some time. Hadley didn't know what Sidra would think of what he revealed. That he'd let himself be taken and used in such a way. That he was a coward, and weak. That he didn't have any worth outside of being a slave. He was building his value to Casa, but the thoughts of worthlessness still came sometimes. He worried so much about pleasing the members, about taking care of Isa. It took time for him to heal.
Sidra turned away, gathering her bag. He nodded at the words, accepting the silent apology. His foot didn't ache as much anymore, the bleeding halted. It just needed time now. Just like the scars in his mind. The change in stance was met with his ears lowering submissively. Nodding he turned and began the walk back to Casa, supplies in hand. What an odd girl. Scary and gentle. He wouldn't be talking to anyone about this.
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