You're being rescued, please to not resist

She made him smile, but the expression didn’t mean anything to Rava yet. She still didn’t trust him at all, but he was a much better option than trying to return to a life that was so far gone now. Rava would likely only become captured again, and at least with Plague it seemed that she would receive a semblance of respect. For now. He did seem genuinely pleased with her answer, and she couldn’t tell if it was because he felt pleased in himself about saving her, or the fact that he still might be able to use her for her originally intended purpose. Rava had a hopeful feeling that after everything all of this would be by her choice. Remaining in his care for now was the first step.

He told her the place she would be staying was a work in progress, and even went so far as to apologize to her when she hadn’t even seen her new home yet. Rava tried to look grateful, but she still felt nervous and wasn’t sure about the man’s true motives. There was one test she could pursue. It would either garner quite a reward or a deep learning moment.

”Sir,” Rava spoke softly, she was uncertain of what might result of her actions but either way would be revealing. She was obviously timid and uncertain, but he was well aware of that by now. ”I had a.. I had a cloak they took from me.” Rava admitted to him in her gentle voice, uncertain if there even was a way for him to help her. ”I… I do.. Better. With something.” She was still quite hoarse despite the drink, her voice still recovering from disuse.