Demelza kept her eyes on his feet. Her gaze would flicker up to the other woman as she spoke but would only flit up to his face when she heard her name. She swallowed hard and turned to the new slave. A few light scars faintly marred her dark muzzle where he had held her mouth closed. As well as an obvious scar above her eye when they first met. She didn't know what to say so she began by simply gesturing at these.
"P-punishments include broken toes, dislocations... uhm... but he only does it if you don't obey him-" She added quickly, glancing at him for approval or otherwise. "He expects a good job well done, and if I do well he keeps me in good shape..." She mentioned, her tail clung to her paws. Every time she glanced at Morgana her glances grew longer. The woman was nigh as tall as Flare. The colors of her pelt contrasted so well that the greens looked like they should glow.
Demelza grasped her fragile shoulder, now somewhat prone to dislocating from his corrections. She glanced back his way as if to ask if she had provided the information to his satisfaction.
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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