Amora wiped the tears from her cheek and glanced up at her new master. He was repenting, she had never seen this before. Asking for the forgiveness of a slave, it was unheard of.<span style="font-style: italic">He's...crying.</span>It was enough to confuse her, allowing her guard to be let down. "M'Lord, I.." She didn't know what to say now. He extended his hand towards her, she feigned slightly.<span style="font-style: italic">You can't... He's planning something...</span>She shook the thoughts away, taking his hand. Her fingers fit neatly into his palm, pulling her off the bed. She bowed her head again, whispering, "Thanks you."