Leaning back, Laila supported herself with her arms, palms against the earth. She looked up into the sky, holding a neutral expression. "If he were to free the both of us, that would be a miracle. But like you said, he doesn't seem to have a use for my mother anymore. She seems to always be in the infirmary lately, and I fear she may die before we even return. Whether by nature or by man. ... As you said, I'm not sure what to do with freedom. All my life, I've been a slave, but you know that already. I was born to help. What could I do?"