It's not all bad

She felt a little silly as she watched him fish around for his prize. Certainly he didn’t have the aggression of her previous captors. He didn’t know her, didn’t know her past. He hadn’t been making a jab at her. Maybe he had just been genuinely curious, trying to figure out her role here.

She offered a rueful smile and stepped forward to help him get the beer, when he managed to get it around the bars himself. She dipped her head lightly at the tall, golden wolf. “I apologise, Artisan. I didn’t even realise I would be prickly about it. I was…. Sold to sex slavers as a pup, but thats all behind me now. Artorias and Briar saved me from all that.” she explained, open about her past, the shock of feeling that had come with his first words already fading. She seated herself in front of the bars, not wanting to leave him in this lonely cell so quickly. She couldn’t imagine he got much conversation since he had raided the Hallows. She wasn’t sure if she should feel sorry for him or not. After all, he had taken part in that raid and hurt Artorias.