Molly's response was somewhat conflicted. At first, she was entirely numb. She wasn't even aware of the men. They washed her and held her hand and smoothed out her hair and she just stared blankly. Then she was soothed. She nestled into the men and held their hand and murmured her thinks as she rested. She wasn't surprised to find that they merely guarded her like a child or a wounded pet. She wasn't thinking yet. Her next reaction was one of fear. She recoiled from the deputy's touch and almost rolled onto the ground before the other one caught her. She tried to sit up, eyes wide. After a few moments, however, she calmed down again. She was beginning to get her feelings and thoughts in order. She found the deputies comforting now, at least for the moment. She knew that the townspeople remembered only her saucy arrogance and sought her punishment. She also knew implicitly that the deputies, after having seen how hard the day had been for her, weren't particularly eager to hurt her anymore. Besides, there was a huge difference between what they did and what Shaun did. There wouldn't have been for some women. It depended on exactly how different people experienced what. The difference wasn't that what the deputies did was ok or even that she forgave them (forgave was the wrong word) or that they were being kind now. It was sort of a fine but absolute line. However hard it might be at times, the deputies could be dealt with and Shaun couldn't. She settled back down and asked quietly "Do he have any idea what it is he does?"