The master of the house appeared: Amora was quick to get back on her feet, bowing her head to keep her face hidden. Hilda, as the crude woman was called, hid the spoon behind her back, acting as if she hadn't struck the new girl. The man ate a bite, the slave didn't want to look; she was in trouble, and she knew it. His reaction surprised her.<span style="font-weight: bold">"Not bad; looks like we all eat well tonight! Compliment to the chef. Hilda, do me a favor and clear off a place at my table for the new servant girl. Then, you and your staff are free to go ... until its time for clean up of course. Oh, get me and her the bigger bowls please."</span><br/><br/>Amora blinked, she didn't know what to make of it.<span style="font-style: italic">He's... letting me dine with him?</span>She didn't look up, she simply stared at her bare feet. He sounded fairly content with her first duty, but she felt afraid.<span style="font-style: italic">Why is he being so kind...?</span>she thought, when she felt her hair being brushed from her face. She looked up in surprise to see her master, wiping the tears from her face. "We don't want no tears ruining your pretty face now." Her heart leapt in her chest; the way he touched her, it was kind, gentle, almost loving. Regardless, she feigned back, muttering "I fear I am not worth such kindness..."