Jasper's head had lowered, his eyes following the lines in the table when Kate spoke again. His ears swiveled to listen, though his gaze remained downcast. He knew he wasn't a fighter anymore, and in truth he was grateful for that, but he also felt he had left part of himself behind in the pits. He had grown up in them and the hope of anything else had never existed. He had accepted his fate.<br/><br/>Jasper listened to what Kate had to say in silence, trying and failing to picture himself as anything but a slave. He knew Kate was trying her best, and he wanted to obey and do what she wanted, but he was also frightened of what to expect. He didn't want to fail, or upset Kate with his failure.<br/><br/>When Kate asked if he was finished and ready to sleep, Jasper nodded. Not trusting his voice enough to answer without giving how he was feeling away. He was glad he was in his feline form, it was easier not to show emotion or feeling like this. The only thing giving away his stress and fear was the tenseness he held all over and his eyes which he kept downcast, trying to avoid Kate being able to read them.