[i]Camella fell silent as she then listened to David, her eyes then widening a little, as she crossed her hands together in her silent demeanor. When he finished the story, she would rise up from underneath the covers, stand up, and then approach him and kneeled down in front of him. The knightess took David's hand then, with her unbroken one, sighing.[/i] "...When I was younger, my mother used to say "Remember me, dear". I.. I never found out why, at that age. Now I know. Infection took over her being, and we were too poor.. too poor to save her. Father drunk himself into a stupor as she begged for help, while mother would lay in bed, puking and crying and bleeding. Amy.. I kept her away from the room. I couldn't let her see.. mother. Then she.. then she never woke up from it. My father, he.. he didn't care for her. Her body sat in the guest room for a day. U-Until I retrieved a guardsmen and had it brought out. F-Father was drunk and stupid.. he was put on trial. When we were alone, before he was sent away.. he threatened to twist my head off so quickly, that it would.." [i]Camella fell silent, then, for a moment.[/i] "...I'm sorry, David. ...it's a story I've never told anyone. But you, because I respect you, I trust you with my life, I.. ...I'm sorry."