It's not all bad

She smirked at his drawn out name. “Nice to meet you, Artisan, i’m Idalia” she said, stepping back and watching to see if he ate. She blinked slowly at his next words, thoughts of her past bubbling to the surface for a moment. “Actually, My Aegis gave me freedom from those that demanded it.” she said shortly, some of her amicable air fading away. Was that what his pirates were like? Wolves that kept slaves and tossed them around for their pleasure? He was no better than those that Artorias had saved her from.

Sher turned stiffly, and went to fetch him his beer. Leaving the penitentiary and making her way back to the main castle. Now… where did the Hallow wolves keep their alcohol? She followed her nose, and grabbed something that smelled like beer, and trotted back down to the cell. She left the beer on the floor right in front of his cell. If he really wanted it, he would have to wiggle around a bit and work for it. She no longer serviced those that would simply use her.