The blood you bleed Is just the blood you owe

She had polished his armor, cleaned herself up, tidied the den, and cleaned the dust off the trophies. She napped lightly while she waited for his return.

She was still clean and fresh from their bath by the time he arrived. She heard his steps at the door and dropped herself to the floor in time for the door to open. He greeted her with a hefty smack but she merely drew a breath in sharply. He had told her to wait here! Hadn't he? Right? She winced as he cradled the new bump and told her he was victorious! She hated to think what he might have done to her if he had lost.

Demelza pointed her nose to the ground as he stalked past her, continuing to the cellar. She let her green eyes linger on the shadows he had disappeared to but flicked her gaze back to the ground as he reappeared with a bottle she hadn't seen before.

She pushed her ears forward in surprise that he asked for two glasses! Quickly she moved to the glasses and set them down before him. She looked up at him for a moment as she smelled the strong alcohol. Was this what her father and uncle were constantly drinking? Her previous masters had passed it between them, but this had a finer scent, smoother than the rank type of beers and liqueurs she had smelt before.