One Day At A Time

On top of his standard responsibilities, Chimera was now tasked with looking after the broken woman. Sure, he could have just pushed her off on Erystotle or one of the island servants, but he needed to know more about the escaped slave before he would be comfortable letting the other members of the pack around her. If she was sullied, she would go in the pen with the rest of the livestock. If she wasn't, then Chimera would ensure her safety while she was healing and see her on her way. First, he had to figure out which category she fell into.

With the handles of a woven basket between his teeth, the massive King made his way to the bungalow where he'd placed the woman. Her housing ways a short way down from where Balthier and his sister resided so that the pair could keep a secret eye upon her, but not close enough to disturb their privacy or her own. The man wrinkled his nose as he walked. He couldn't even remember her name. Ramba? Rumple? Hmph.

With a single scratch to the wooden doorframe for proprieties sake, Chimera slid into the bungalow, taking up quite a bit of space. The giant's pale pink eye found the woman resting and a low rumble pulled from him before he placed the basket on the floor between them. "I've brought you some things," he spoke in his low tones. One black toed paw extended, pushing the basket towards the edge of the fae's cot where she rested. Within was food, fresh water and a warm bison hide as the nights would soon become colder with the arrival of autumn. The beast seated himself in the doorway. "How are you faring?" Pleasantries first.

"Speech"