A/N:  Thankyou for reviewing my story. I got a question on where I found the name Amarette.  It is partly a French name and partly my own creation.  The original French name was Amarante before I butchered and changed the name.  Dom is also formal with Kel for a reason in the first chapter. It was showing rank.  I know, that mostly everyone who will read this already knows that Kel is the higher rank.  But I was just reinforcing it.  Their conversations will become more casual like friends in later chapters.  Hahaha, yes I know it's almost impossible to think that anyone would be scared of Neal.  But look at it from Amarettte's perspective.  She doesn't know where she is, she had been raped, and a unknown man was leaning over her. I think I would have been frightened of him too!  Hope you enjoy this chapter.

Yuki unwrapped her bandage the next day.  It was the first time Amarette really looked at her wound.  It was thin, shallow, red and ugly; it would leave a scar.  She watched as Yuki reapplied ointment to it.  It stun and burned.  She shut her eyes as though the pain would go away when she did so.

            "All done." Yuki said.

Amarette opened her eyes.  The bandage was neatly done and the old was in the waste barrel.

            "When will I be able to take it off for good?" Amarette asked

" In a few days when it's done healing."

Amarette sighed; she had hoped to take it off that night.  It seemed well enough now.

"When can I leave this room?"

"When I get you a change of clothes in a few minutes."

            A huge smile crossed Amarette's face.  She would finally be out of this wretched bed.  She could walk around, see the sights, and be with her now family.  Yuki disappeared for a few minutes and came back with two outfits.  One was a plain common dress.  It had short sleeves and had a loose collar.  It was rather hot out there, after all.  The other was men's clothing; it was a white cotton shirt with a brown tunic and leggings.

            Amarette gaped.  Men's clothing! Did women really around here wear men's clothing?  Yuki wasn't wearing a tunic, but then again she wasn't really wearing a normal dress either. It was different.  The dress was thick and straight.  It did not curve out like normal dresses.  It was tied in the front with a stiff sash and the sleeves were long and rectangular. Defiantly not the normal dress.

            "Amarette!"

She looked up, and a big smile grew on her lips.

            "Danae!"

The girl ran over and hugged her sister. Amarette laughed as the little ones jumped on her, but careful not to disturb her arm.

Danae stepped back and Amarette got a better look at her.  She was wearing a rustic blue tunic and leggings. She felt the jaw of her mouth go down.

            "You're… you're wearing men's clothing!"

Danae blushed. "I know.  It's so much more comfortable then dresses."

            Amarette frowned.  She wasn't sure if she liked the idea of women wearing men's clothing.  Men were disgusting pigs, well most of them.  The ones she loved and respected were dead.  Did women really want to be like them?

            She sighed as Danae helped her out of bed.  Yuki took the kids outside while Danae helped her change.  It was quite difficult getting dressed with one arm.

            "Which one do you want?" Danae asked, holding up the dress and the men's tunic.

"Do all the women here where tunics?"

"Not all of them, but most of them do in the summer."

"I'll take the dress."

"Are you sure?"

Amarette suddenly lost her temper. "Yes damn it I'm sure.  I know what I want to wear."

Danae shrank back trembling.

Amarette looked down, ashamed of herself.  She had no right to speak to her sister so.  She had done nothing wrong.

            She spread out her arms, and beckoned Danae to her.

            "I'm sorry.  I didn't mean to snap.  It's just I don't agree with women wearing men's clothing."

Danae, with her eyes big, said. "Then I will change!"

Amarette sighed.  "No, no I don't want you to change.  You do not have to do or wear everything that I approve of.  You wear what you want."

            The girl nodded.

Amarette shook her head. Danae needed to be more independent.  When they lived at the village, she was just the same.  She wanted to please everyone. And She knew from experience that you cannot please everyone.

A/N:  This chapter really has no other point, then just to analyze some of the main characters a little bit more.  Danae looks like her sister, but when you compare their personalities, they are as different as day is from night. Amarette is the stronger of the two, and Danae is the weaker.  As obvious as that seems, if you look at it in a different light, it is also very subtle.  If you do not see it now, it will become clearer in later chapters.  Anyways I hope you liked it, and please review!