Amora was tired, even if she was used to the work, she was not used to avoiding Lotor the entire time. Thankfully, he didn't try anything more than he had earlier, but the girl couldn't be certain he would leave her alone for very long. She spent much of the morning doing odd jobs, but she watched her back. When she thought she was safe, she would think about the previous night. She couldn't understand what Drinian meant, did he like her? It was a foolish thought, she was mere property to him. Even if he treated her better than past owners, she was still a slave. What would others think of him, knowing he cared for a slave?<br/><br/>After finishing, she went up to her room to relax. She quietly opened the door and shut it behind her, letting out a quiet sigh. Lotor wasn't following her again, thankfully. She turned around, and looked in surprise at her master, relaxing in the chair by the bed. She blinked, not entirely sure what to do, and certainly not expecting him to be in her room. "Milord?" she muttered, hoping he would not be mad to wake him.