It all came crashing down

Basilisk frowned at that. He’d never actually asked about her life before, where she had come from. Perhaps he should have considered it earlier, seeing how obviously no one cared enough to find out where she had gone. It was easier to simply call her a slave and be done with it. “A strange thing to tease about. I can have one of the healers put together a bag to alleviate some of the feelings. I believe it comes as a form of tea.” He explained. He had obviously never taken it himself. But his grandfather had always ensured his kids and grandkids knew the basics of life.

He rose to his paws to fetch her the things he had promised. He would give her a few days, and then they would go back to their old dynamic, where she would do as he bid or regret it. He was almost to the door when he stopped, and turned to her. “No, that’s not what I have in mind. Slaves are not allowed to bear children, you should keep that in mind.” He warned her, and trotted off to fetch what he needed.

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He returned with the tea he had fetched from Halo’s den - with Wylans help - a sketchbox, and a small platter of food, along with some other herbs Wylan had told him she needed. He placed the food next to her first. “The honeydrops are from Wylan, he said he made them himself. The herbs he said to take once a day for pain, and they can be taken with this form of contraception, which you can make into a tea or take the leaves alone.” He explained, and placed the sketchbook and some writing utensils down next.


"Speech"