Fuss and attention. What was that? He was no puppy. He didn't need it. If anything all he needed was to know what he should do and be left to be, "I bowed not even to the woman who owned me. Enduring the punishment for it was rewarding. Those swine didn't deserve my praise or respect." It was true. He hated bowing to them. His back and body usually paid for it but he didn't care. They murdered his family. He remembered it. Most would forget but no... He remembered. It was nightares that made him remember. Even so he laid there. Against the walls of the carriage. Waiting.<br/><br/>Kate soon entered and he looked out from his cacooned blanket. Watching her. The food smelled good. Due to the years of slavery he had endured, it didn't make him hungry. They used to tease him with food. With drink. It used to make him so hungry but now- his body didn't even flinch. Though as he looked to her he blinked. She tested the food then offered him some? What was this? His eyes narrowed slightly, "Why offer me food?" Syn asked as he stared. He was hungry, but could he trust her?<br/><br/>He moved a bit, "Why are you being nice to me? Is this a trick for loosing that fight? That it's her way of getting me to repent for being bested in combat?" He growled it all. Why was she being nice? He was hurting... Honestly deep down even scared. Scared today was his last day to live, "I've never had pie... Or luxury food. It was scraps, bread, and whatever bit of meat I could fight from her hounds. On rare occasions I got to have peasant stew which was mostly broth with a chunk of old meat." He curled up tighter, "I don't know where I'm going... Or if this is my last day.... All I know is I lost that fight... And woke up in that building."