Braiya felt an odd warmth from head to toe.  The moment was brief, but significant enough to find the strength to turn from the dragon's gaze finally. More time had passed than she expected.  Sitting at his feet so dutifully wasn't something she was particularly proud of, but not being able to absorb what was going on, due to what she deemed fatigue, was annoying. Soon she was drug off to bed.  Fear rose within her mind that he would use her again when she found herself on the bed with him again, but when none of that happened sleep quickly took her.<br/><br/>The warmth at her back gone, Braiya trembled and subconsciously burrowed further into the blankets, still not rousing from sleep. It was not until her chains were firmly jerked that her eyes flew open. A woman looked down at her with a furrowed brow. The shapely girl not much older than Braiya had gold hair that lay tied at the nape and in soft ringlets over one shoulder.  She was taller than Braiya, slim but study and seemed to have strength about her.  She sighed impatiently after pulling the blanket from Braiya and gazing the cat up and down, taking in the bruising, crusty dried blood and body fluids and the general mess of her hair.  Momentarily she was curious over the cat features, having never seen one before, but it passed. "Come. I will help you wash.  Can you stand?"<br/><br/>The look Braiya gave her was one of contempt, not much less than the ones she gave Cromir, but she sat up slowly, pride fighting he wince when the pain of sitting directly on her ass screamed at her.  "I can stand, but show me where I'll wash myself." The gold haired girl grabbed the chain at between right wrist and neck and jerked Braiya to her. "I am Mae.  I have a job and you will not hinder. There is no choice. I will wash you.  Now stand and come with me or I drag you in the dirt like the cunt you are."<br/><br/>The girl was not as swift as Cromir, and not nearly the physical challenge even in her condition.  Braiya was still a warrior, and no simple human female slave could best her.  Braiya lashed out with her other claw scraping the arm that jerked the chain and subsequently gripping the girls neck.  The cuts would have been deeper with better range, but it served it's purpose as a warning. "I have pissed on better than you. If you want to get your job done watch your tongue or I cut it out.  We can establish this rank here and now or you can show me where it is I can wash."  There were eyes on them, but none seemed ready to interfere.  After a moment passed the girl relaxed a little.  "Release me.  It is my task. I can't undo your chains and you can't completely wash yourself.  Plus I have a salve... for you wounds..."<br/><br/>When enough time had passed to prove her point, Braiya let go.  The slave gently guided her to an area with a small amount of privacy. There she bathed to cat after cutting off Cromir's huge shirt, careful of wounds and bruises. Once clean she had her lie down and began to carefully apply a minute amount of salve. "Too much won't allow you to... adjust to his size." On her back with her knees raised, Mae pushed two fingers inside the cat.  A particular raw spot made Braiya flinch and moan getting a rise out of the few who could see, but they ignored it. The female spread it around massaging it into her folds.  She enjoyed her self for a brief moment before Braiya interrupted.  "Are you done?"<br/><br/>"No."  The female took a band of cloth from a neat pile sitting near her and used it to bind her chest, slipping a cord in the middle, knotting it and tying a loop around her neck. When that was complete she gave her a sarong, tying this garment around her hips with the knot on the left.  "You need no more than this. It may be too much, but he needs access to you at all times."  When all was said and done, Braiya was returned to the bed where Mae had first retrieved her. The top blankets had been freshened.  "Wait here." As she walked away Braiya watched carefully where she went waiting on the edge of the pile of furs. She oddly felt better. Walking was possible, if a bit of a challenge.