In rest, he laid upon the wall. Watching her. Tensing as her hand came near his neck with a tool, a tool that unlocked the collar around his neck. The snow outside seemed to lightly dance as his magic was finally unleashed. He was shocked, pulling his hood away he looked to her. Shock was in his eyes.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Why? Why is she being nice to me? I am a slave... A pit fighter.... A scum to nobels and a toy... Why is she being kind?</span><br/><br/>His thoughts raced, but he glared at the collar, "Why have a reminder of my last owner? Of a woman who saw it funny to use me along with others as if we were animals? I don't want it if I'm under a new master." He hissed showing his teeth. Somewhat sharp but not. Though he was amused a bit. Amused in a way he felt worried. What if this new home was too good to be true?<br/><br/>"Just Syn... If you can make it not hurt as much... And let me rest- to sleep off what they have done... I'd be grateful." He said after all the harsh tones this was nicer.  Though once she produced the soup he was reluctant but soon sipped. Drinking the soup slowly. She was right. Without the collar.... He could breathe... Drink... Swallow without issue.<br/><br/>As she worked on him while he ate, he hissed. His skin was somewhat tan under all the pain and grime. He looked to her. Not sure if he should thank the lady or not but he nodded, "Even if I wanted. My strength is spent.... I can hardly move... Id... I'd like cider."