Languishing

Ignita couldn't help the tension in her shoulders tighten as Yara glanced at the babes, but she took in a breath to steady her nerves. It was just instinct. It was just paranoia. It was just impatience and hunger gnawing at her nerves.

She watched as Yara placed the accouterments of comfort and care around her, obviously being respectful and careful. It made her tilt her head, was Yara once trained as a slave? Ignita had not been, but the way Yara carried herself reminded Ignita of the servants of the desert palace. It was the way the servants spoke and walked around her mother. She didn't want to be like her cruel mother.

She looked away, mad at herself for putting Yara in this position of supplicating servitude. It must be a reaction from the meeting about the quarantine.
"You don't... have to call me that." Ignita said hesitantly, "Just Ignita is fine. One of the songbirds calls me a Lady if that's more comfortable." She fiddled with the fringe of a fur. Then pulled the meal closer to sink her teeth into it.

One of the squirming pups started to whine and she nosed it closer to her side to eat.
"Thank you, this one seems to never stop eating. He'll drink me dry if I let him." She mentioned with a soft smile through her own feast. Feeding five, and once six, was a lot on her little body, especially the Warlords brood.

"Just stay a moment while I finish this. Here-" She said as she dug in, finding herself ravenous. She tossed Yara a good sizable piece, she hated to eat alone while a servant watched. Having servants was... Not something she'll ever be accustomed to.

When Ignita was finished and thoroughly cleaned she leaned back satisfied with her meal.

"Why don't we get into teaching you some letters? Start you on your reading?" She mentioned. She already had paper and charcoal with her. It would be something to do for a while and sweep away the boredom.

"Speech"