Any other day, the jab would have been another punch she could have rolled with and served it back. The lantern was placed on the ground and her hands were neatly folded atop her chest. The only addition to her stoic facade was a trickle of tears that ran down her face. A youth in squalor and crime had taken most of what she knew. Her hair was the product of a better life, and she'd worked so hard on it for tonight. She heard a halfhearted apology from Lesallia, and shortly found herself wrapped in Yutri arms.