Kate kissed his cheek and baths him, "I was worried that Ann would make you feel fear as soon as she entered. Ann is kind and sweet. Don't let her smile fool you. You make her mad as you will get hit with a wooden spoon or spatula. I have heard she has used a frying pan when a guard got fresh. The kitchen is her domain. Trey,  if not for Ann, I would not know how to behave and act like a lady. Papa grew up a pit fighter, Ann said he was gruff and rough. My mother made him a gentleman but she died when I was five. Papa was rather lost when I was born. He did not know how to care for children. Speaking of Papa, I think he will like you. He is a firm and fair man. With the guards, I have never seen him be harsh. If they complain Captain Artimus gives them extra duty. I have been told they are trained as soldier and not like pit fighters. You not see a single bull whip or any torture devices."<br/><br/>Ann walked with two servants in tow. She placed the items on Kate's dresser and desk then walked into the privy, "I thought you would be ready. Come and eat before it gets cold."<br/><br/>Kate offers him her hand and stands holding a towel for him. After Trey was dried off, Ann slipped the yutecama over his sore arm first then guides his other arm into the wide sleeves.<br/><br/>Ann tied the light, thin belt it at his waist. She gave his tight bottom a little pat. "When you are ready, you can explore the manor. His lordship will be arriving any day now."<br/><br/>Kate noticed the pat and thumbed her nose at Ann. Ann ignored the gesture. She was older and the elf was irrestable and his spring scent and musk made it difficult for Ann to resist. She wanted to take him to her room and just ravish him. Ann appeared human to him she had keep control although the elf's scent heightened an attraction to the elf. She found it difficult to resist a few liberties.<br/>Both Ann and Kate help him to the bed. Ann smoothes her full apron over her high collard, laced and black satin dress.<br/><br/>The mature servant looked at the elf with a concerned expression, "When Katie tends to you, and I want to know. No need for you to endure the pain without someone to hold."<br/><br/>Ann sweeps his bang over his nearly healed, right eye, shook her graying hair that is wrapped in a bun, she pets his cheek lightly, "Taint right to punish one with excessive torture. I have ice for your wrists." Ann walks over to the desk and carries two bowls filled with ice in a tea towel that was broken up with an ice pick. She placed each of his wrists gingerly, into the bowls. "Until they heal, let Katie feed you. Ya eyes are the keys to your soul and right now, it hurts. Don't you feel ashamed cry." She holds his head to her corseted stomach thick stomach.<br/><br/>Kate brings over the bowl of soup forcing Ann to let go of him. She loved Ann. She let out a small growl and placed her hand to her mouth. "Sorry."