This was all new to her. Her mind was more instinct than thought as she shifted about with sensations of reluctance and discomfort of her current situation. Her entire life all she had known was captivity and because of it she knew nothing of the compassion she was being treated to as a stranger looked over her body. She was covered in all manner of wound and the man was methodical in looking them over. She was damaged just from captivity alone; the absence of light causing her growth to go hindered, leaving her skin a sickly pale, and her eyes an empty black as she kept them near shut just from the little bit of exposure coming from the man treating her. It was as if she were a living skeleton formed by brittle bones, she could barely be recognized as human. Her entire life the world was cold to her both in body and mind. She was kept alive to suffer for others. The warmth she felt from his touch was an experience she could have never thought of before. The flame coming from his palms was familiar to her, it was what she used to escape her imprisonment.
 	 His hands had been placed on the center of her back for so long that when he took them off to place them on the upper area it sent a shock through her and she went go grab him with the arms she no longer had. They were what restrained her for all that time. The life forced upon her at birth deteriorated her mind. Her captors would only come to keep her fed with the minumum necessary to keep her alive. The shackles holding her wrists with a crushing chill. Any moment she was capable of movement she would shake her body violently in desperation to break free, twisting and snapping her arms to the point they would no longer work. She knew nothing of the world but the darkness and the cruel cold of steel and stone. She became an animal. She wanted the misery to end yet still clung to life.