[Sadrain]

December 2nd, Chicago. Sewer #17.

Leila's head hurt now, it felt like a horse was kicking her temples from inside. "It must be my pulse, just my pulse..." she tried to tell her self as she slowly walked to her tent. The girl half stumbled in the tent and flopped down on the bed, burying head in the cool pillow.
"Misstresss..." voice whispered in her ear, or maybe mind. Leila rose her head a little. "Yes?"
"The tall man... he left you thissss, and ordered to keeeep it cold." Shadowy hand presented her the carton of the ice cream and the girl's eyes widened. That was... unexpected. It was nothing he had to do, nothing that would benefit Amante, only maybe gain her favor - not that he really needed it either.

Touched more than she would like admit, Leila got up and poked her head out of the tent. "Hey you! Big guy," she called out, and when Amante looked at her, she showed the ice cream. "Thanks." Her voice was a little stiff, as if she was not used to saying this word. "Oh, and about the other time... I could done it without you, but I owe you one." Leila then slipped back in tent and began eating her ice cream, wishing the sweetness could seep in her mind and soul, just a tad bit.