~ JAYAH ~
Jayah strode away from the prison tree, down the trail on her way to the healing center, marveling and humbled at the level of trust she enjoyed.
No one had asked her why she was late that morning—it was, apparently, accepted that if she was late, there was a good reason for it.
No one commented when she'd chosen to take the lunch meal at the market, rather than with the guards at the prison as she'd been doing every day since she was called in to attend the Chimeran Alpha.
And no one thought twice when she took dinner there as well, and left after the baby's first evening feed.
With each trip to the market, she'd stuffed dried meats and fruits into her bag. She'd even begged two small loaves of bread from the kitchens on her way out—again, without question.
