She got up from the pallet, quickly pulling on clothes, her face neutral. She had learned long ago, soon after she'd first suffered penetration from one of these asurah, that disguising her disgust usually prevented beatings. But she needn't have worried. This one was snoring noisily now.
She shivered as she stepped into the night air, allowing herself a frown at the harsh babble of Khand around her. She wished with all her heart she was home, safe in her father's house in Harad. But she did not even know if her father, or any of her family, still lived.