Congratulations, I Hate You

Cas was in an aggressively happy mood, the fierce adrenaline of the siege having worn off to bring out the aches and pains of her battle but still coloring her emotions with a strange sort of pugnacious cheerfulness. She'd dragged her new pet back from the siege and deposited him in a den with just enough intervention to keep him from bleeding to death before going to go pick her child up at Abaven. Now she was dragging along her herbals and suchlike on the trail toward the new slave's location, ready to patch him up and get him back on his feet so they could get some use out of him.

Well hello, what was this?

The little slave was already up and about, and had a visitor even. Cas eyed the second male with a sidelong glance, curious as to who and why, but with her mouth full she could not even greet him let alone question him. Continuing until she came to the den, where she deposited her burden with a flourish. "Entertaining guests already? My, you're going to be a popular little worker bee," she simpered mockingly. She pawed at her bundle, spreading the contents so she could see them all. "All right, lay down so I can clean up those wounds. Don't want you to go and die after all the effort I put into you."

She cocked her head to the side so she could glance over at the second male, the stranger. He smelled of Valentine and packlands, so it would seem he had been recently accepted, but not oddly enough of blood so he hadn't had to fight to get in. Had she seen him before? She couldn't recall immediately though he seemed awfully familiar for a complete stranger. He almost looked like he could be related to Rhythm, bearing much of the same coloration in much the same places but those green eyes and the lack of marking beneath them gave him away. "And you are..?" she asked, tone friendly enough as she questioned him.