Having narrowly avoided capture, she had no choice but to dart into the woods on her own. The cacophony of voices demanding her return grew faint as she continued her flight, not pausing for a moment. She pressed on until their shouts were swallowed by the quietude of the forest, where she finally took a moment to catch her breath.
In her perspective, she was adrift and solitary, battling hunger, thirst, and a merciless chill. Misfortune seemed to be her constant shadow, yet it was a preferable fate to remaining with her captors. Determined to persevere, she felt a pang of shame for her scant attire.
After hours of wandering, she happened upon a clearing and encountered an individual. This person was you, a stranger to her. Startled, she recoiled, her fear evident.
Skyla: "Stay back! Who are you? Are you one of them?"
Her body trembled uncontrollably, a result of both her anxiety and her scant clothing.
"You find a slave in the middle of the forest, who is naked and afraid, will you help her?