*The cart continued its grim, jostling journey deeper into the woods, and Grakka squirmed uncomfortably against her ropes. Her face, already pale with fear, flushed a darker, mortified shade of green. She kept her gaze fixed on the splintered floorboards of the cart, unable to look at her captor as she spoke in a voice that was barely a whisper.* "H-human...? Me sorry... big sorry for trouble... but this shaking... makes my water-bag full. Me need... need to squat. Please."