There were no witnesses, and Morning Glimmer looked genuinely distraught. Her attempts at getting on Ted's good side had just dripped into the dirt of the bottom of her precious hen cages.
She was a precious thing despite her cheating tendencies. The cult leader believed that she was doing what she felt she had to do in order to survive in the cutthroat world of the Society. The fear in her eyes was pure, unmarred by hatred or disgust towards the one who could end her life in a second. She looked almost innocent.
She was just like her hens, obeying her instincts without a higher purpose.
