It's never the same

Ignitas's ears swiveled around to him and she looked up to meet his gaze. She was still wondering when the rug of his current decency would be pulled out from under her. Her work won't always be in the storeroom? What other work would she do? Oh right, they talked about some of the defenses and battlements she knew of. Then who would keep track of the storeroom if she wasn't there to keep it organized? Did he have other slaves... *songbirds* she hasn't met yet?

What other jobs did he have in mind?

Her reeling mind struggled to slow as he then mentioned a potential cave den near this one and if it was suitable, maybe she could have that one. The idea of a new cave entirely sent sparks of interest over her eyes, the possibilities of what it could look like would be endless until it was accessible!
"I'd love to see it!" She exclaimed, what if it had glittering stones! What if it was an ancient caldera with a crystal clear pool the size of the Col itself? Her ideas were on exploration and not actually on den making. Probably an effect of the recent herbs tampering with her innate need to find a suitable den. Her tail wags back and forth, the gleam of imagination in her eyes.
"What do you think you'll find?" She made as if to get up and take a look now but the ache in her semi-healed recently exercised fractured leg reminded her to sit the fuck back down.