One Day At A Time

The woman assured him that she was doing well. She seemed well enough and was more relaxed around him this time. Chimera took the time to get a good look at her as she lay resting upon the bed. She was pretty enough, her coat of natural shades, rather than some of the nasty, vibrant coats that he'd seen. She had dainty, delicate features and a kind look in her blue eyes, if not a little jaded. He couldn't blame her for that. Chimera knew all too well what slavers did to their merchandise. He'd seen some nasty results from their 'care' as well. The black and white brute wondered what Reila, (Hey, he remembered her name!) had been subject to during her stay with them.

"How did you end up in the service of the slavers?" He would come right out and ask. Chimera wasn't one to beat around the bush. He needed information from her, and information was what he would get.

"Speech"