She can feel as your people do.

In your anger and bitterness you forget that Myeerah saved you from the knife of the Shawnees.

You forget her tenderness; you forget that she nursed you when you were wounded.

Myeerah has a heart to break.

Has she not suffered?
Is she not laughed at, scorned, called a 'paleface' by the other tribes?
She thanks the Great Spirit for the Indian blood that keep her true.