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There was nothing from him immediately as she attempted to work her way into getting some privacy, her lips forming a frown for the rest of the walk back to the room. Once there, she understood why he hadn't spoken. He wanted to show her that he still had his leverage against her - the underwear. Ah, yes. Those. She would have to find one way or another to dispose of them before she made an escape, as it would be pointless just to be caught again. Either that or she would have to find a companion strong enough to take one of those monstrosities out of the picture quietly. Mizuki feigned innocence at his accusation, letting her eyes grow wide, Run away? You know I would never. After all, I'm having so much fun with you. He relented to letting her get a bath, though he made a comment that made her nose turn. A medic. Ah, yes. Another person that would want to attempt to pry into the why and how of what had happened to her, that would want to accuse her of things and make her seem a criminal for having done what needed to be done for years. Thank you, I'll dress my own wounds. She said, her hand resting without thinking over the burn mark. If anything, she wouldn't want someone to see all of her body the way that all of the guards had. She'd been robbed of her clothing and tortured in the nude, though the only 'privacy' she'd had was the fact they didn't dare touch her virginity. That had stayed in tact, as she had gotten the message across early enough that she would tolerate all else except for that. His plea was heard but it only made her smirk slowly, the challenge in her face apparent, Lover-boy, She crossed her arms over her chest and cocked her hip just a bit, If I make a run for it, do you really think I would let anyone catch me? I'd find a hole so deep in the ground even a badgermole couldn't find me. And that much wasn't a lie, she was clever enough and determined enough that if she did make an escape, she knew that she couldn't return to her friends, the family that she had loved when she had no family left. She had promised them that she would return to them, but just this once she would have to break a promise and keep them safe. It was best that the fire nation think she had planned the attack by herself. Once he left the room, she felt comfortable enough to disrobe, setting her dress and only remaining underlinen to the side. To the far side of the room she could see a small mirror, the person in it someone she didn't recognize. The same general idea was still there, with lean muscles and long legs, but she didn't see her . She was drawn to it, stepping close enough to see her reflection in its entirety. There was something horrifying about seeing yourself for the first time in a long time, and she couldn't tell what, if anything, was still the same. They hadn't touched her hair, but it didn't seem to shine like before. Her body was still the same muscular dancer's body, but her skin wasn't the same. It was mottled with purples, blues, greens, and yellows of different stages of healing in bruising. The brand was an angry red against her pale skin, and it burned as if it wanted her attention there. Her breasts hadn't been spared from the damage, finger-shaped bruises cupping one and evident bite-related bruises on another. It was disheartening... But also empowering. She had survived torture. She could endure anything else that the world could dish out to her. Mizuki turned away from the stranger in the mirror, picking up the robe that Zuko had abandoned and donning it. The material smelled like his skin and was soft against her, though it was several sizes too large and hung from her loosely. She tied it the best she could around her waist, smoothing it out so that it would show the least skin as possible. With that taken care of, she opened the door, peaking down the hallway to see where her 'lover-boy' had gone off to, desperately hoping that her bath would already be prepared.