Though day in and day out the young elf went about her duties without a sign of emotion, enduring the beatings and the slander and the Madam dunking her face daily in her washbucket, holding her there until just before drowning, at night the young woman would weep as she slept. No one heard her tears, or if they did, they didn't care. And Asharae grew up alone within a house that hated her, though she did not know why. As she began to exit, her manservant asked, "Aren't you going to secure it, mistress?" Lifted high by that knowledge, Asharae took flight.