It's time

"Speech"

She raised her eye brow at his remark to her musings of how he was lucky while she worked on him. Why would she hope otherwise? Oh fuck right. She's literally his slave. Some slaves kill their masters. Her damnable brain hated to hold onto chain of command and any hierarchy. It didn't make any sense to her other than big person can hurt little person and someone needed to be a leader to make sure things were organized.

She had already forgotten how to respectfully obey, in her eyes he was hurt and he came to her and she had what was needed to help him. She never wanted to hurt anyone. Yet. She had flinched herself while working on him, not wanting to cause more pain. But when she has a job she was laser focused.

She didn't forget the abuse, or the slash on her cheek, no she just couldn't figure out and hold onto what was appropriate and respectful social cues. He will probably beat them into her later though.

She even chuckled and smiled at his joke about dancing a jig, but the smile fell when she realized she probably shouldn't be? She didn't know.

When he complimented her about being useful her tail wagged and the smile came back full force!

"Oh! Thank you! I'm-" he ordered her to bandage the leg and grab her things. She nodded, not minding she was interrupted at all, already focusing on her next task, her tail swishing back and forth.

She bandaged his leg with some herbs pressed against the wound she found in the kit, a feathery type plant and another minty. She didn't know if they'd be helpful or hurtful but they'd at least sop up some of the blood right? More salve around the wound and then untidily wrapped his leg. She had to retie it again because it was too loose but knew tying it too tightly was dangerous.

When she was done she used the kit itself to gather up the rest of the scattered supplies. Without asking permission she reached up onto Oso and placed the kit in his antlers where Basilisk had retrieved it before.

"Where we going?" She asked cheerfully, ready to put barely solitary confinement behind her and get to her real job, picking up her helmet basket, that also now had a few new rocks in it.