Her first answer was to rll to one side and to tell the dirt and leaves quite frankly.
"I'm going to be sick... "

Sadly she didn't manage that despite the rolling protestations from her twisting and knotted stomach. The disorientation of the sudden change of -everything-
So she staggered to her feet confused and glanced down at herself... then back to the man she'd just sworn -everything- to as helpless as a kitten.

"Yes sir..." She answered confused and yet unable to muster the righteous anger she'd just let slip through her fingers.

Accomplice to the crime, swearing her life away, what -happened- just now? Her clothes her... soul?

She moved to start digging even while her thoughts tumbled tumultuously.