Feel my wrath!

Citadel watched her climb, considering her technique as she reached up through the branches. Pulling herself higher and higher. He heard the crack a moment before she fell. She hit the ground, and his eyes moved from her, to the tree. She hadn't even managed to get an apple…


He stepped closer to her, his nose wrinkling as he leaned over and studied her without touching. “Are you hurt?” He asked her, sounding more curious than worried. It didn't matter, right? She wasn't a person, not really. She was just a slave. Still, a part of him worried he had misread the situation. What if her being hurt got him into trouble?