The blood you bleed Is just the blood you owe

He ate from his own bowl, savouring the mix of herbs that complimented each other. A simple display of skill, perhaps. But one he enjoyed all the same. He had been forced to go without while he was forced to wait for her recovery. He had given her a few days, long enough surely. As if her thoughts were aligned with his, she spoke. He lifted his eyes to her, finding her own gaze strictly down. perfectly submissive. She had come a long way since he had found her. His corrections, which some might find harsh, had been necessary. She would survive this world and find it far easier to navigate if she simply obeyed his wishes. For he was her world now.



“Yes, and my patience will only stretch so far…” he agreed, glancing at her arm. If that was a sign of impatient action on his part, he wouldn't admit to it. It was a choice he had made in the heat of the moment, and they would both live with the inconvenience of it. “I have a… gift for you, actually. I'm sure you'll show me how appreciative you are of it.” He warned her. He clicked his claws, and moved to the den entrance, knowing she would follow. He didn't go far, just to the stopp outside his door, where his tiger upon seeing him approached. An owl riding on her back. “This is yours. It will help you scout and harvest herbs, you can name it as you see fit.” It was also loyal to him.