Serving the Princess

Asla would have rather been a maggot than a marmoset, but to each their own. She didn't like monkey things. They creeped her out. Weird little hands. Flat crazy faces. You never knew what they were going to do. Buh. Gross.

The girl was a little surprised when Maggot offered to clean up her wounds. Well, she couldn't give her too hard of a time now. At least she was learning and making herself useful. Asla nodded and sat, the quills of her armor rattling as she did so.

"So, how are you finding our pack?" She was trying to be nicer. More diplomatic. Why not try to make small talk? The girl was quite a bit larger than she was so she didn't have to stoop while her wounds were being cleaned. She did her best to sit still though.