She gave little sign of discomfort as he moved closer to investigate the marks, though as soon as she felt his fingers brush against her neck, she seemed to tense up, going still as stone as under his touch. She had been fed upon enough times that even the slightest bit of contact was enough to put her on edge. There was no trying to fight a vampire when they sought blood, she had learned just to brace herself and close her eyes, pretending not to feel the sickening sensation of saberlike fangs sliding into her neck. She, at some point, Lucius would require such a thing of her, although thus far he hadn't been nearly as careless in her handling of her as some were. Even so, conditioning was a powerful thing, but beyond the way she glance off and tightened her jaw, he would see little indication of her unease. He finally murmured his approval and removed his hand, upon which she let out a quiet breath of relief, releasing the tension she had been holding within her.<br/><br/>He mused upon covering the brand or changing it somehow, and she gave him a slightly puzzled look, unsure how he intended to accomplish either of those. Brands were made of scar tissue, intended to be permanent marks rather than something that could ever heal. She also found it odd that he'd want her to appear unbranded--most vampires she had encountered preferred having a strong mark of ownership on their cattle, something easy to see and display. He was an odd one, that much was sure, but she wasn't yet sure if this was a good or bad thing for her.<br/><br/>For the moment, though, it appeared to be more good. The plush blanket he presented was a far cry from the straw and burlap bedding down in the dungeons, and she'd be lying if she said she didn't feel just a bit guilty when she thought of the others still down there. She took it from him somewhat cautiously, marveling at the softness of the fabric. To him it likely wasn't anything special, but after so long living in a cage and being treated like an animal, being afforded even a fraction of humanity was enough to give her pause. She nodded her thanks mutely, stormy expression finally beginning to lighten. The sun was beginning to disappear over the horizon outside, and while she didn't know how Lucius intended to spend his night, she hoped she'd at least be permitted a few hours of rest. "What sort of work should I expect tomorrow?" she asked, guarded but not quite as openly defensive as she had been at first.