<span style="font-size: 15px"><i>He smiles, even chuckles a little. "To thank the grate  Egipshion Noble Ellariya Mahanaim Would give up so easily." His voice describing her as grate seemed honest and not just trying to slander her name." No child, you are not to be one of my normal whores in my brothel, Yes you do belong to me. I have no desire to was you on them though. NOW drink, I will give you a few days to recover, a hot bath to clean the filth off of you, and some food, but only once you're strong enough for that. If you serve me good enough I may even help you return home." His words were all soft and more caring in nature besides the one word now, it was issued as a command for her to follow.</i><br/>
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<i>He could see she was shivering and got a blanket hanging over the top of the couch she laid on letting it draped over her. "You are to remain in here for the night, I will be in the bed over there or at my desk. Should you need something, more water some food, ask of me. If by morning you can walk, we will get you a bath and clean you up. " Everything in this room was clean, the couch she set/lay on soft, far softer and dryer than the rock floor of her cell. In fact, she probably was the dirtiest thang in the room, and getting his couch dirty. He did not seem to care about that fact and did not seem like he was heartless in the fact she was his. If she did not take the glass of water yet he set it down on a table near her and walked back to his desk. He would watch her for a moment every so often as he did work.</i><br/>
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<i>He yet to put the collar on her as he feared not for her escaping in the condition she was in, and if she did manage it she would be easily recognized and brought back.</i></span>