The men visibly relaxed after a moment and motioned me inside. They pulled all their bags inside and set up the inside of the cabin. Sheets and blankets were laid across the bed. Towels and toiletries were put in the bathing room. Christof and I unpacked the kitchen area.

ALL of the sudden I wasn't on the ground. Evan had lifted me up and was taking me in front of the fire they had built. Despite my resistance he stripped me of my dress quickly.

“What are you doing?!" I sputtered standing nude in the main room.

“I want to go outside," he said simply.

“You need to change so we can train."

"Change what?" I asked feeling my agitation rising again.

"Clothes," Bane said handing Evan an outfit.

“Are you going to be moody all day?"

I did every calming trick I'd ever learned. As Evan pulled pants up my legs I breathed slowly and tried to rid myself of this attitude. I wasn't sure what had me so riled up today.

I tried to think about why I was upset. Probably Hannah's letter, I assumed. It made me feel better in a big way. In a smaller way I could read her anger in the letter. She shouldn't have to go through life permanently furious. It wouldn't be healthy.

I was worried about my daughter. That's what had me upset. "These are...strange," I said as Evan pulled a white shirt over my head and tucked it in to my pants.

The leather of the pants wasn't touching me. There seemed to be a Linen layer inside of them. I asked about it and the men didn't have an answer. That's how pants were made. Tomorrow they would slip a new linen in before they put them on me.

“It's underwear," I said as Bane put my boots on my feet. Earth word," Kein answered strapping the sword to my waist. The men stepped back and admired their handiwork for a moment. Evan finished dressing me by pulling my hair back into a tie. They all looked quite satisfied with themselves.

“Come on, then," Bane said happily pulling the door open, “time to learn to fight!"

We walked into the sunshine and I relished having on clothes, a full outfit, for the first time on this world. I kicked rocks and walked around getting used to wearing shoes. Unlike my soft leather foot covers these had a thick sole and it felt like a steel toe.

“What are you doing?" Damien asked with his arms spread wide.

“She wanders," Christof explained. "I told you, she Likes to walk in circles."

I looked at them and rolled my eyes. We spent the afternoon outside in a field by the cabin. I soon realized teaching was Bane's skill. He had a seeming endless supply of patience. As long as I was really trying he would Let me learn at my own pace.

Bane's tolerance only faded if I was Lazy. If I wasn't paying enough attention or not trying hard enough, I got the flat side of his blade.

“That hurts!" I yelled after the fifth time he slapped the outside of my thigh.

He wasn't deterred and demanded I pay attention.

It was a frustrating and difficult Lesson. I knew most of their moves, in a fashion. I had planted memories of them. My muscles had no experience, though. What I thought I was doing and what I was actually doing were two very different things.