She stares back at the thing, horrified and transfixed. She feels as if there is something strangling her, and even as it causes her discomfort, something warm blossoms low in her stomach. Broken slaves. Broken slaves, so pitiful. Just like her.

Her heart is beating too hard in her chest, and so she raises a hand there, trying to push the thunder of it back down.

She turns quickly then, like a deer spooked, and hurries back to her classroom before her thoughts drift any further into the strange places her mind cannot come back from so easily.