[Sadrain]

November 29th, Chicago; Sewer #17.

"Wha-" Leila began, but then Amante picked her up as if she weighted nothing and it was the most casual thing in the world. Her eyes widened and she gasped, shocked. This girl didn't like to be touched by anyone and this was by far too close contact. The feeling of being exposed and weak in front of him became overwhelming.

"HEY! Let me go! You're the busybody here who thinks he can do whatever the fuck he pleases!" She shouted and struggled, but it turned into another coughing fit which left her gasping for air. Leila felt that tears were about to come in her eyes, and in spiteful anger, she aimed an attack at point she knew would make him fall and release her, but, something held her hand back.
"I beg thee, mistress, if it hath come to this moment, let the man help thee."

"People like you... are the reason I have to keep going on no matter what." Leila didn't explain what she meant with it, but bit her lip and turned face away from him. There was always someone stronger, someone who would simply overpower her. This time, Amante meant no harm, but if it was someone else, she could already by dead by now. Indeed, woman was no match for man sometimes and nothing aggravated her more than that.

"Yes, I have medicine, that's why I said you can leave me alone. But you don't listen to anything." She swallowed hard. "Put me down and let me take my things and medicine." Her tone was cold, and the girl was still not looking at Amante.