She enjoyed her talks with Lilly and picked up more of the language and began to relax. Ellen was teaching her much but master was just out of reach still it had come close but not close enough. Sasha enjoyed her morning strolls and meals, and the routine grew on Kyla. It was a relaxing one. Sasha would eat while she and Lilly chatted and talked about Gor. She started to speak more Gorian though it still was broken with English here and there.<br/><br/>She'd go home and then spend the day with Ellen who she loved the company of. Ellen had become trusted by the sleen who slept peacefully seeing no danger often sprawled out at the hearth of the fireplace. Nightly the men would come home to delicious meals and Kyla tried to be on her best behaviourm she tried to mimic Ellen and her teachings. She'd avoid his name at all costs knowing that strong look, how it had hurt her. She didn't like the look of disapproval.<br/><br/>When he told her of their mission she nodded she understood. "Very well. I can do that." She agreed she had started talking in Gorian to him for practice. "Are we leaving Midnight here then?" She wondered how Sasha would keep up. She didn't want to die so the thought of slipping up made her realize how important this was to him. He had been loyal to his position and she had become more loyal to hers. "I...I mean will midnight stay here...ma...ma.master." finally the right word but it made her flush and finally feel not captured. But free somehow. She didn't understand it and wished she could speak to Ellen or Lilly about it before they left but it was clear they we're leaving soon. The last thing she wanted was another look of disapproval. It seemed to hurt worse that the slaves kiss, though she remembered well what that felt like when the skavers had used it on her when she first was chosen, or caotured or whatever.<br/><br/>Out if the things that she packed up for him she packed a few scrolls and a quill with ink. She had taken up writing but these ones were blank so as to not give away anything important. The ones of her journey thus far tucked safely away in a little cup board. Daniel could easily read them if he wanted to and she didn't know if he had. Or if he had given her that privacy. But for some reason she really didn't care either way.