Amora stood there, feeling like she was caught as Hilda told her master about the stew. His loud laugh made her jump slightly, she never expected that. Hilda looked flabbergasted as Drinian told her she would be head of kitchen staff. The slave looked back and forth as they spoke, not entirely sure what to do. She felt him pull her along slightly, she followed, glancing nervously back at Hilda.<span style="font-weight: bold">"Tell everyone to leave me and Amora alone; I want to spend the rest of the evening with her."</span>Her cheeks turned rosy, he wanted to be with her for the evening?? "M'lord, you don't have to do that." she said quickly, feeling her cheeks grow hot with embarassment. Not that she wasn't happy about it, certianly. She felt a slight sense of security around him, she wasn't sure why. She hadn't felt like this since her father died.