Dorothy sighed loudly. “Then why are you wetting yourself like one? I mean, you could have shoved a plug up your bottom and lived with the discomfort of that.”
Relena winced a Dorothy’s sharp tone, and at the idea of pushing something up her bottom. “That’s not how it is,” she offered if a low voice.
Dorothy laughed at that. “All the ways to indulge in self punishment and you can only think to stand on the street and pee in your pants. Pathetic.”
She winced again at the charge.
“You are not pathetic, however, Miss Relena,” Dorothy said, her tone that of an old respect. “More likely that you just cannot control yourself. You do need some help right now. I suppose it falls on me, since none of the others are here to look after you.”

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