When Vera heard his tone soften, she knew she had to play along. The last thing she wanted was to set him off again.
"I have a stubborn streak too, Brother Ron. You know that better than anyone. But I think... we should both try to change. We can't keep being so impulsive."
"You have a point. I won't lay a hand on you again. But you have to promise not to provoke me anymore."
It seemed their relationship had returned to normal. They could speak calmly, even banter a little.
"I'll control myself from now on, too. It's just... my clothes are torn. I need a change. Brother Ron, after you've cleaned my wound, could you bring me a new set of clothes?"
'Vera had to find a way to escape this place. The longer she stayed, the more dangerous it would be. Ron's mood had improved for now, but who knew what he'd be like in the next moment.'
