there's nothing more for me

Saia sat beneath a sort of overhang. That's why she was chained to the wall; so the merchandise would stay dry and presentable. Preferential treatment just because she would make them more profit than the rest. In reality, Saia believed that she was worth less. There was no emotion in her. She was an empty, albeit pretty, husk. Any one of the cowering, fearful wolves behind her were worth more than she was.

It was the whimper that brought her statuesque sit to an end. Did the slavers have a child here? Curling her long, graceful neck to the side, the slate and stone fae scanned the crowd with shielded blue eyes. She found the smallest of them, her brow furrowing as she noted the cowering figure was also covered in fabric as she as was, though in a slightly different manner. When the hood shifted, Saia noted that the covered wolf wasn't a child, but she still looked rather young.

Though Saia didn't care much for anything, she didn't enjoy seeing others suffer and would do what she could to aid others in need. She couldn't help all of them, but she could do one nice thing for this small, cloaked wolf before all of their lives were ripped out from under them.

"You there," her voice was soft and quiet, but it carried to the woman with the cloak. "Come beneath the awning with me." Surely the slavers would see the wisdom in shielding the small woman from the rain. Just as they wished to keep her veils and jewels in pristine condition, they should wish to keep the woman's cloak dry as well. Saia waited for the woman to draw near. The awning wasn't terribly wide, but it would effectively shield both of them from the worst of the rain.