And they dared to say they were saving her, to say that they were healing her. If they were treating her, they would have let her go or given her an open route back to the surface and ample time to find her Mistress. Instead, they poked and prodded, held her down with chains, clothed her in strange garb she only half-remembered. Pulled at her ears, frowned at her sloping brow and stronger nose, hid in fear when her yellowed eyes fell upon them. 