Torr could feel a startlingly large discomfort. He unfortunately knew what it meant; Ferra was distraught.

It was a feeling neither he nor Ferra understood. It seemed they had a sixth sense when it came to each other. Whenever Torr felt like there was danger, Ferra knew to be on her toes. When Ferra felt angry, saddened, or annoyed, Torr instinctively felt the need to attack her problems. They were practically mentally connected.

Torr only felt this kind of feeling when Ferra was in a state of complete sadness. Ferra was crying.

He didn't understand; he made sure that Ferra was safe and warm where he left her. Was it possible she was still in danger?

No, he'd know if she was in any trouble. He supposed something was upsetting her. It must be pretty bad to make the little warrior cry.

Not that his situation was any better; he was more or less trapped in a barn at the moment.

After he had left the Earthrealmers' house, he had resolved to remain, at the very least, near Ferra. He found the large, wooden building a couple yards later. Inside, there was mostly hay and water. Torr also couldn't ignore the two cows who didn't really mind his company and the chickens who very much did mind. He already made a game out of scaring them and watching them scatter.

However, he soon learned that he had to be discreet. It wasn't until his third level of the chicken game that he was reminded he was in hiding. He practically had to bury himself in hay to avoid being seen by whoever opened the barn door that night, and even then, it was most likely they just couldn't see him in the dark. On the bright side, Torr found a nice, warm way to sleep in the barn.

Now, though, Torr was growing anxious at the feeling of Ferra's sadness. The little kutter was so tough, he could hardly bare to imagine what the Earthrealmers had done to her to make her so sad.

Meanwhile, back in the house, Ferra was eating breakfast.

After Ferra's meltdown, Not-Torr told her what happened the night before. However, she neglected the part where Torr got shot and the following events. Instead she said that after the brute had ascertained Ferra's safety, he left. Ferra didn't believe that for a second.

"Torr never leave Ferra," the little one insisted, "He Ferra friend. Never go nowhere without other."

"Well, that's how it happened, sweetie," Not-Torr lied through her teeth.

"You lie!" Ferra growled, "Big Bossy say no talk with lie tellers. So Ferra no talk you." Ferra then angrily turned her back to Not-Torr.

The woman sighed and said smoothly to the child's back, "Listen child I'm only try--"

"Me say Ferra no talk to lie teller!" the child interrupted.

Not-Torr was taken aback for a second. Then, with an abrupt, "Fine then," she walked out of the room, closing the door behind her.

The second the door closed, Ferra sprang out of bed and ran to the door, only to find it locked from the outside. Stupid lie teller. Keep Ferra prisoner like bad people.

Ferra went to the window to find it tightly shuttered shut. She unfortunately lacked the strength to break through the wood, another reason she missed Torr.

Torr never leave Ferra. Torr never die neither. Torr come back to Ferra soon.

Torr not far.

A few hours of trying and failing to escape later, there was a knock on the door.

"Hey, are you hungry, dear?" It was Not-Torr's voice.

"Ferra no want liar food," Ferra yelled back. She was starving, if her audible stomach growling was any indication.

After a pause, Not-Torr spoke again, "You need to eat, darling." Another pause, "I promise not to lie to you."

Ferra was adamant, however. "Big Bossy say lie teller words are wind. Can't trust."

"Well what does Big Bossy do to lie tellers?" Not-Torr said with new certainty in her voice.

Ferra knew this would scare her off. "He take head off. Or heart out."

"Well... I promise to... do that if I lie." Ferra thought that would scare her off. However, it seemed that the dirty liar had a change of heart.

"Promise?" Ferra questioned one last time.

"I promise," the woman said without delay.

"Mmmokay then." Ferra said sitting on the bed.

With a click and a twist, the door opened, and Ferra was pleasantly surrounded by the smell of meats and eggs. Her stomach growled all the louder.

The moment the plate was given to her, Ferra feasted, devouring the food in a way that made Not-Torr cringe. The plate was empty in seconds.

"Now, sweetie," Not-Torr took Ferra's attention away from licking the plate, "could you answer some questions for me, honestly?"

Ferra squinted a bit at the woman. "Ferra tell truth if Not-Torr tell truth."

The woman assumed Not-Torr was her and said, "Okay, I have an idea. I'll ask one question and then you ask one. That way, it's fair. Right?"

Ferra didn't hate the sound of that. It was almost like a game. "Fine," she conceded.

"Great," Not-Torr smiled, "First off, what's your name dear?"

"We Ferra/T--" Ferra stopped herself, "Me Ferra," she continued a little more upset.

"I thought so," Not-Torr was still smiling. "Now it's your turn, Ferra."

Ferra instantly asked, "Where Torr?" Not-Torr's smile fell.

"I honestly don't know, sugar. But he only left you after he knew you were safe. In fact, the only reason he left in the first place is because of my husband. My turn."

"Why you squeeze have anything do with Torr?" Ferra demanded.

"Now, Ferra, it's my turn." Ferra was hating this woman more and more. "Now, is Torr your pappa? If not, then where are your parents?"

Ferra grew tired of this question long ago. The answer was automatic. "Me no know."

Not-Torr frowned at Ferra, "Are you lost then?"

"No," the child said defiantly, "Me just want go back to Kahn house and be with Torr. Ferra turn."

Not-Torr wanted desperately to press this matter, but she wouldn't be a hypocrite. "Fine then."

"Why you squeeze make Torr go away?" Ferra asked.

It took a second for the woman to decipher that one, but she eventually responded simply with, "Tim can be a scary man when he wants, child. Its my turn now."

Ferra was getting tired of Not-Torr's vague answers but let her continue.

"Where are you from?"

Oh, the classic "your-a-child-so-im-gonna-underestimate-you" that Ferra receives.

Sorry, no action in this chapter, only slow, boring development. I'm getting a few ideas for an action scene for them later though, so fear not!

Next up is...*checks through previous chapters* Ermac! Ooh, I've been looking forward to this chapter :D

(Running out of unique ways to say see ya later)