Zithia

Now there were the two of them to provide for, Jonathon would have to work all the harder. And he had little savings as it is. 

Truth be told, Jon had been lonely for a very long time - yet he had no plans to bed the girl who was just a child, his was a valiant act of compassion simply to save her from certain slavery. Her dark fine form walked behind him without complaint - she would not, or could not, talk. He sold her wrap of tangerine silk in exchange for some woollen cloth, and a soft pair of chamois boots. 

Her hair was like the fine wire his Pa would solder at the end of a rod to make a sturdy brush for cleaning the barrels of guns and pipes. She constantly scratched at her scalp both day and night and so Jonathon took the child to the maid’s maid for a consultation - and the woman cut all of her hair away. John purchased a woven cap but it did not stop her from wailing as they made their way home. There were open scabs and cuts upon her head, now visible. She gave him no name to call herself, and so he made one up for her: “Zithia”.

-Gabriel Brunsdon, Finding Self - Second Guesses- Azlander Series