is this a better size difference?

Vesper opened her mouth to answer, but her Lord and Master himself appeared from further inside the cave, and took up the conversation. She gave him a perfectly innocent expression. No, she wasn’t harassing his patients. She wouldn’t dare. Meek little slave that she was.

She gained the mossy boy’s name as Wilder. Her own wasn’t passed around, but she was used to that, too. Slaves didn’t usually have names, not any that their masters remembered or the slaves liked being called. She kept her silence, it was probably safer that way, anyway. She sunk back into her bedding a little more. She was getting awfully tired of being an invalid.

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