Get In Loser, We're Going Hunting

From their interactions together so far, Chimera had expected Reila to obey his order and just go back to sleep. If she didn't it was entirely her choice, but he assumed that she would. When she came forward to help staunch the bleeding, he was a little surprised, but in a good way. A bit of progress, as he saw it.

The woman's words brought an airy huff from the giant and he shook his head. "You aren't a slave anymore, Reila, and I won't use your control words." Curling his neck, he looked the fae straight in her big, blue eyes. "This will keep happening until you learn to control yourself. You need to undo what they did and break that invisible color around your throat." He had claimed that she wasn't a slave, but she still was, in a way. She would be until she could become her own master.

With a sigh, the man ripped off a chunk of the skin that they'd been using under the cart. He pressed it against his wounds until the bleeding stopped. Then he slid into the yoke connected to the cart and began to pull it through the mud, intent on making it back home since they were clearly both awake.

"Chimera Klein"