As she settled in next to him, she found that her master was asleep. She waited for a few breaths and felt her body begin to relax. Her muscles twitching from the exhaustion of the last few days and especially the last few hours. Slowly, somewhat fitfully, her body finally succumbed to sleep. The sheep's skin was softer than anything she had slept on before. And the warm body next to her was more than she had ever slept with. She slept like the dead, her stomach full, her body comfortable, sore, and bruised, ready to recover.
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Several hours later, she woke with a start. The surroundings were strange and unknown for a few moments until she remembered all that had transpired before she fell asleep. The bruising in the small of her back made her stiff and her shoulder had stiffened with inflammation. Achily she slowly crawled out of the bed. He had told her duties where to start before he woke in the mornings. So might as well start now. First some tea, then get a pot going of more stew. She invited Fox again, though she knew he'd follow her anyway while she gathered some more herbs. She grabbed some dandelion and plantain for her tea and some fresh sjw blossoms. As well as a few leaves of sage for the stew. It was easy to add and would bring the flavor of the meats forward.
As she moved about, her shoulder loosened up. But the pain in her back was still present. She looked out of the den wistfully as the tea was set aside to steep and she was about to set up a fresh pot of stew. She'd like to find out more about the herbs around this place. She quietly gasped and brought her attention back to the fire and pot as she heard her new Master stir himself awake.
As Flare's slave, he has full permission to do what he likes with her and enter any of Demelza's threads.