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The strange actions between the stepfather and daughter were something that he couldnt quite put his finger on, but something definitely wasnt right. The shame on the girls face, her tears, and things just didnt add up, and who was this married man with whom she had lain? No talk had floated around the tents, and it was quite a microcosm, so news, especially the bad kind, travelled quickly and with vigor. His eyes followed her as her father threw her to the ground, his mouth fell open to protest, but when his own livelihood was put into question, he shut it quickly. This was certainly not what he had in mind when the Ringmaster asked for his assistance, but he could not question it, lest he was tossed out, and then she would be in an even worse situation than she was right now. When she fell into the mud, he quickly extended his hand, but she pulled herself up on her own. She was so, so very small compared to himself, just reaching the top of his solar plexus. He was shocked that the tiny girl would have to somehow deal with him. It was certainly not an ideal situation, but now both of their homes and income were on the line. When she spoke, his eyes rose to her face, seeing the tears and mud streaking her visage. It caught pain in his heart, seeing another human being like this, and his original distain for these normal people, was put on hold. She was as much an outcast as himself at that moment, but he was unsure of how long something like that would last. He promised me very little, I assure you. Though a tainted bride isnt exactly what I would call a prize, given my disposition in life, Im doubtful I would have ever married unless forced. He was talking behind her as she walked inside her mothers tent, he waited outside, it was improper for him to enter without being invited. He heard the slap, cringing at the sound, only to have her emerge moments later with a suitcase and reddened cheek, tears still streaming down the girls lovely face. He took the bag from her small hand, nodding his head to the east, toward his tent. Come We will get you cleaned up. he spoke softly, now was not the time to be aggressive with the girl, or she might run, and then he would most assuredly be removed from the circus. He lead her through the maze of tents, twisting and turning until they came to a small alcove, a semi-circle of small tents, all surrounding a large fire, logs and stumps surrounding it as stools, there was a large pot over the center, which a hideous woman with a straggly beard was tending to. There was a plethora of creature like human beings in this area, hunchbacks, little people, mutated faces and forms all just trying to get by in a simple life. He directed her to the tent on the left, opening its flaps and escorting her and her things inside. It was a simple living quarter, a bed, a makeshift table topped with a washing basin, stool, and another more formal desk which was stacked with books of all kinds, many of them in Russian, dog eared, dirty and worn. Also on this desk stood a collection of empty liquor bottles. Im.. Sorry youve been relegated to the likes of this Its no place for a lady. He spoke with his own shame, running a hand through his thick locks, the other resting on his hip. Clean yourself up, Gorianna is almost done with a stew. Youll feel better after a full stomach. He knew she probably wouldnt, but he couldnt come up with the words at that moment to comfort her, he doubted he ever would. They would just have to make due for now.