She picked out fresh towels, a bowl of fresh water, the new herb-roots she collected the day before. Then, she turned and ran back to the dungeon.

　　Danika hasn't moved an inch from the ground she laid. Baski walked closer to her, "Your child is a strong fighter, Danika. I gave up...knowing how bad the collar-shock is, but this baby might still be in there. It's been hours, you should have lost so much blood but look at you..." Her voice filled with awe.

　　"It doesn't matter, Baski..."

　　"It does! Oh, have a little faith, Danika." Baski sat down and pushed Danika until she rolled around facing her.

　　Danika's eyes...