The cabin was cozy and homely; at another time, Soh would have felt right at home amongst the plants and clutter. Now, though, she felt only a numb distance as she stared around her with unseeing eyes glassy with shock. She took the proffered seat. "Yes, please, if you have some." To change from her torn and dirty clothes would certainly help her to feel more human, more alive. Something in her had died in that alley, and she was beginning to feel the effects.
But when Mateo suggested telling the dragoons, Soh sat up, suddenly quivering. "No!" she said sharply, and winced. "I'm sorry - I just - please don't tell anyone." She'd almost committed murder, after all. Wouldn't she be in trouble for stabbing someone with a dagger? Besides, this was all her fault. She'd been stupid and careless and weak. Why should she go to the authorities when she deserved this?
But when Mateo suggested telling the dragoons, Soh sat up, suddenly quivering. "No!" she said sharply, and winced. "I'm sorry - I just - please don't tell anyone." She'd almost committed murder, after all. Wouldn't she be in trouble for stabbing someone with a dagger? Besides, this was all her fault. She'd been stupid and careless and weak. Why should she go to the authorities when she deserved this?
