"Good," Terry says quietly, glad that for all that had been done to them in there, they hadn't been broken. Not entirely.

She feels like she is, but she knows herself, and knows she needs some time. Eventually this will pass, as it has before, and she'll go on. There will be one more thing weighing her down, but it won't even be the worst thing that's ever happened to her.

"They did," she answers with a nod. She tilts her head back a bit, showing the pink ring around her throat. The collar, even though it had been smooth, had been cold and heavy, chafing her skin the longer she had it on. "It was some sort o' collar, it paralyzed my vocal cords."

She'd pretty much disintegrated the thing on her way out, making sure it would never be used again.