The blood you bleed Is just the blood you owe

She nearly grasped one of the raw chunks and fed herself a bite to steady her paws. Weak that she was, little good it would do her until the stew was ready. She wondered if she eventually make an herbal flatbread for them one day. With the right ingredients of course.

Finally, as the stew cooked the meat through and infused the water with the flavors it was ready to dish out. She grabbed a bowl with faltering toes. Dropping the bowl but rushing to pick it back up and fill it for him.

Her weak limb shook as she presented it to him to take. Then grabbed her own bowl to fill.

"Is this enough Master?" She asked, presenting her bowl to him, filled to the same amount as his.

"speech"