Welcome to the club

Iris was taken aback by the greeting she was given by the woman that was currently cleaning a pelt, blinking as she bowed to her and spoke to her as if she was one of the leaders of the pack. She had never been called "my lady" a day in her life and something about hearing Mortis being called "the prince heir" struck her as funny even though she knew it was correct. It took her a moment to realize, but eventually she caught on to the fact that she was addressing her the way that she had spoken to everyone in her first days in the pack. Sirius was always "sir" or "master" and Zee was always "ma'am". Even Mortis had been "sir" before all of them corrected her in some shape or form to have her call them less formal titles.

She chuckled softly, giving the other girl a smile at the misunderstanding. "I'm sorry, I... I think there's a bit of confusion. I'm miss Zee's handmaiden - you don't need to speak so formally with me." Her head tipped slightly with curiosity as she assessed the larger woman, completely derailed and distracted from trying to find Mortis. "Are you a slave as well?" She was fairly certain that she had been the only slave when Sirius brought her here, but she did know that the Warlord had been gone for a couple of days recently so perhaps he bought another while he was gone? She seemed to be in much better shape than she herself had been in when she first arrived so she had clearly been better cared for by her former masters if nothing else.

"Iris"