The child had not in fact gotten up and walked away, she had been retrieved, for she was far too valuable to be allowed to die.
When the girl awoke next, she was laying on the cold stone floor of her room, only her steel mits and mask on. She had been given new clothes, and as for her collar, it seemed much heavier. Her face hurt, but her jaw was back in place. Sitting up she looked around the empty room, only a small mat on the floor, but no food or water; she had failed her mission after all, which meant she would go an entire week without food, and a whole day without water.