Regardless of the reasoning the control was still removed, her body and mind free for the time being. She leaned down and scooped up a gray robe to pull tightly over her body -  hard and muscled and lean - and cinched it with a green sash passed off by hand from the Witch herself. Long tawny hair fell in ripples and curls to hang about her waist, the length the perfect amount to let the Witch tug and pull her along. She knelt by her side when the Witch sat at a table filled with those she had once called foes, their faces looking on with rapturous amazement towards her disposition, all in attendance knowing she was doing this of her own volition rather than at the tether of some spell.