He left. She was grateful for the peace it provided her. The little fox remained though, but she didn't mind. Her work continued, it was easy, just like working the straps or handles at the farm, polishing the shears and tools at her uncle's place. It was mindless and active, something she could pick at and lose herself in. Let her mind wander to stories and dreams.
She almost didn't realize he had returned until he got close to the table as she worked. She subtly jumped as he declared her work done well enough and she had to hold herself back from picking up another piece and continue to polish it.
Her head flinched as he lifted a paw and touched it to the cut on her muzzle he made from their coupling. Her eyes shut closed and flinched in pain. He asked of she knew healing.
"Yes." She replied, simply, meekly. Trying her best not to shirk away from the painful pressure he was inflicting.
As Flare's slave, he has full permission to do what he likes with her and enter any of Demelza's threads.
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