We walk aimlessly through the forest for a while not saying a word. Eventually Len finds a large opening in a mountain, where we crawl into.
Mayu takes Len's backpack and starts to take things out. She hands me my corset, because I still have my shorts on, and puts three sleeping mats on the floor. Its pitch black in here, but I still turn my body away, facing the wall, my back to the two of them.
I slowly slip off the dress I'm wearing and wrap the corset around me. But then I feel a delicate hand on my back and I jump, pressing the corset into my chest with my arms.
"I'm going outside," I hear Len mumbles as helps as he slips out. I tie the corset quickly and follow him outside.
I see him, leaning against a tree. It's light out here because of the moon, which he is looking at. He doesn't notice me for a while. I am a thief, after all. I stand, watching him. It's chilly out here and I regret changing back into my old clothes.
"Hey," I say.
He looks at me. I move a bit closer and stand with my hands in my pockets. "Sorry," He whispers, referring to touching my back. "I… I was just worried about your-"
I hold my hand up to stop him. "They're there. They'll always be."
"I know, but…" He trails off, looking up at the sky again. "I care about you."
I laugh a little. "A lot of people have told me that."
"I mean it." He looks at me again in the eye. I'm surprised. My face probably shows it. He takes his hands out of his pockets and stands up straight, walking over to me. "I'm going to hug you now," He says. "Okay?"
He wraps his arms around me, on hands on my shoulder blade and the other on my shoulder opposite. No one has touched me kindly like this in a long time. I embrace him with a hug back. He lets go of my first and tells me he needs to wrap my hands in bandages. I nod. The places his hands touched my shoulder… feel different. I feel different.
He walks back to the cave with me following. We both sit on the floor, facing each other. I can't see him and he can't see me, so I place my hands on his shoulders, so he knows where they are. He wraps them quietly in the bandages he has, leaving my fingers unusable. He grabs the nearest sleeping mat and sets it out for me, and I lay down and sleep right away.
I dream of Len. I'm trapped behind the bars of the first cell I was in, the dirty one. I see Len outside in the hallway, talking with a few people without faces. He laughs and smiles. He looks happy.
I slam my hands into the bars, calling to him. I yell his name repeatedly, but no one notices my presence. I start to cry as my hands start to feel like they did when they were hit with the baton, but no on is there.
"Len, please!" I call one last time, my hands bleeding and hurting, before I collapse.