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She treated his wounds in silence and when she was finished wrapped the cloth carefully around him so it would not hinder his movement, but keep blood from , hopefully, staining any shirt should the wound reopen, and provide some relief if possible. She did use some herbs in the water to further cleanse the wound. She had learned much at the warehouse, and from previous homes she had worked for. When that was finished she ran her fingers along the previous scars there, and knew , or had a brief idea, what some of the scars were from. Living in a warehouse gave her access to stories and first hand witnesses accounts of many types of things, and wounds. She had scars of her own, but not this many. He'd left wounds untreated, that she knew. She backed away and went to pour the dirty water out and put the bowl aside, before going to find a shirt for him, bringing it back to hand to him, so he could limit his movements for the moment. "I want your permission to have a garden here, near the house." She said. He wouldn't let her just go wander the forest, so she couldn't collect wild things. But she wouldn't mind having something small close to the house that she could do on her own. And since all she did on her own was clean things or cook, it would give her something to occupy her time, unless he planned to allow her to do more things? She didn't have anything to sew with , so she couldn't make any clothes for either of them, though there was plenty of leather she could work with. She wasn't allowed to touch any of the items. He'd made that clear. So as of right now, she was limited. But she didnt like, nor was she used to, being....unused. Even when she wasn't cooking or cleaning, she was being kept in cages or used as entertainment, fighting other dogs for the enjoyment of others. Or given ridiculous tasks, just to keep her busy. Normally people felt that a slave who had free time was a slave plotting escape. Its not like she had a kid to watch or care for or anything. Cooking and cleaning only took a small part of the day.

She looked away for a moment. "Asking is akin to begging in my line of work." She didn't have the same manner as those who were slaves. She had the will and strength of someone who was free, and it made it hard to accept and obey, like a slave should. Normally slaves did ask, beg, for things. She wasn't good at that. She took what she wanted, or went without. It was how she had lived her life. "For us, if you ask for something, you had to be willing to give dearly to get it. It was never worth the price. An ounce of flesh, ...was never something I was willing to pay. But some are not strong enough to survive the cost of refusing to pay the prices." She took what she wanted and survived. Not all could say that. But she wasnt necessarily proud of it. She would ...much rather prefer to be living in peace. To have the ability to say that each morning she woke up and had choices. That she could choose what she would eat, when she would go to bed, what she would wear, where she would go and with whom. That if she didn't want to do this or that, she didn't have to. That if she wanted to leave she could. But she didn't get that. It made her sour and angry.

She accepted his hand and got on the horse. She looked at her surroundings, glad to get the chance to go into town. It made her feel less and less caged, to get to go and move about. Plus she got to hear people talk, and ever time hoped to hear someone speak the same language she'd utter at times, and be able to ask what language it was, and give her a clue as to where she was from.

She struggled to understand, honestly. They had different points of view on the matter, but she supposed that was...understandable. "I will...try." It was the most she could promise. When they reached town she got off the horse, and she noticed all the stares she got. She didn't get jealous or anything like that. After all, they weren't involved, but she did feel..odd about it. Uncomfortable in some way. She offered to take the horse with her, if he needed to have his hands free, and left it as his choice. And she wanted to deny the money, but didn't want to offend either, so was silent about it and just took it. She walked around, happy to get the chance to walk around a bit.

She walked past vendors, other slaves, and just...people. Every so often she'd hear different languages, but when she ran across one item she saw a sort of symbol that she recognized. She paused and ran her fingers across it, trailing her fingers over it. "What is this?" She asked the man at the booth. Oh, it is a relic from a nomadic tribe in the Irish tribes. They move around a lot, but this is old. I am unsure, but I think it is a marker of some kind, jewelry to mark status. My source who sold it to me, says lycan." She nodded. She recognized it and connected the dots herself. "It is lycan, but I think it male, symbolizing a hunter." She said. The male thanked her. He was a former slave, so he was kind to her and thanked her for the information. But honestly, it was a help for her. It was her first bit of information. If she recognized the symbol and knew something, naturally, then it probably meant that was where she came from. Ireland. It explains the language. It made her happy.

She continued to walk around, but she didn't really need anything. Oh, except a ribbon so she could tie up her hair better. So it wouldn't keep falling loose. Even braiding her hair it was difficult to keep it out of her way, and if she was going to cook, it was great if it would stay out of her way. And some seeds for planting the garden, seeds for things she couldn't find nearby when she'd searched. but everything she needed was very cheap so the money he'd given her was way more than she needed. She just kept it and planned to give it back when he was finished with his business.

She stayed close by where he'd gone, having walked around a bit. But she smiled, hearing the music people were playing. She enjoyed music.

She looked over and saw Zander , and heard the whispers of women and the whistling. She couldn't help but smile about it. She finally caught on to why they were doing it. They thought he was handsome, so she took a second look. They are not wrong. He has a nice form. To be honest, she had never really looked at a man. She had never had the need, or want, or ...felt it wise. Men had always been a disaster waiting to happen. A master just wanted to use and abuse, and any other was forbidden. Even now. Zander was her master. Falling for him in any way was a big no no. She couldn't let herself do it. Don't even find him attractive. Don't screw yourself over like that Arya. Just..survive. Do what you have always done. Be pleasant. Be kind. Be buddies maybe. But he is not your potential anything. You are never going to be equals. That is never a possibility. Someday he's gonna find someone and you are going to serve them both. She cast the thoughts aside.

She came back and tried not to think about the negatives she'd formulated in her mind. "Did you need help with anything?" She asked, taking the money out of her pocket to hand it to him, so she wouldn't forget. She wasn't the type to forget things, but best to never risk it. She'd seen slaves be nearly killed over way less. "The women seem fascinated with you."

She felt strange having money, but he wouldnt take it from her. She put it in the pocket of the pants she was wearing, but it felt strange to her. She didn't have possessions, never had. She looked around the town and looked at the area she'd seen before. "Can you tell me , what that map says?" She asked. Now that she knew she was from Ireland, she had seen a map earlier, painted on one of the boards , but she couldn't read it. She had never learned to read. It wasn't common for nomadic tribes like the one she'd come from, anyway. Not that she knew that. But, regardless slaves didn't often learn unless they were lucky. A learnt slave was one at risk of running away. Via, the issue. She wanted to simply know where they were, and where Ireland was. To know how far she'd traveled , when the slave traders took her. She had never really known.

But no, she didn't really need anything. She was used to having nothing, so the thought of owning things was uncomfortable for her. Owning clothing in a variety, or things that were pretty or valuable. Just felt uncomfortable, odd, or made her nervous. Like someone was trying to buy her all over again. It made her feel ill , and it would take time for her to adjust to it.

She never got the chance to say, not that it would matter. She could recall the name of the city, or a province. And with a nomadic tribe it wouldn't matter. Before she could say anything at all she felt herself in the air then on the horse again. Ummph. She was a bit in shock with the sudden movement and how quick it was, but he wasn't wrong. The smell of rain was suddenly thick in the air. She smelled it in the air like an overbearing odor. As they rode she looked above at the sky as the clouds darkened further. She would have offered to run on her own, but honestly she doubted he would accept it. And she didn't weigh enough and the distance wasn't enough for it to make too much of a difference, but with the clouds moving as fast as they were, she could tell the storm was going to be a rough one. They were going to be stuck indoors for the entirety of the storm. It was going to be a doozy. No question about that one.

She had gotten inside and dried off and changed into her nightdress before he got inside. She had also turned the stove on, by lighting the fire and set the pot on and poured water in the pot. She didn't have meat to put in it, but some herbs and wild vegetables she'd gathered. All safe to eat. Wild spinach and stuff, but this was why she wanted to do a garden. But it would make a small soup. Enough to warm him up, since he'd gotten soaked. She saw him come in, but didn't offer to help since it would be pretty awkward.

She glanced over her shoulder as he got inside and began to undress. She finished cooking and tried it first before pouring him a bowl of it , as well as a cup of water, and putting it at the tale for him. "Its the best I can do right now, but it should still taste fine. " She was glad she'd collected the stuff earlier in the day, otherwise they'd be screwed right now. "If you want tea, I can boil water and make that as well." She offered.