Jezabelle followed Alyss, glancing around every room they passed through or went by. What kind of merchant was he? Or a prince, more like. Who else would have such prosperity? Everything was so antiquated, and obviously worth a lot. But for the most part she kept quiet with her questions. They went through the process Alyss had spoken of earlier, bathing, clothing, feeding. She was a bit shy about being under-dressed around anyone else, because of the scars she had on her back and the brand upon her shoulder. All of which had been inflicted through several punishments. The scars didn't hurt much anymore, and neither did the brand; but she was embarrassed by them. In comparison to the other servants she was flawed, uncomfortable, and out of her element.<br/><br/>When Jez got to eat, she wasn't surprised by the amount of food there was in the house. What shocked her was the fact that they were allowed to eat it. Often enough, he meals had been scraps, leftovers, maybe a piece of stale bread and cheese. Jezabelle sat patiently at the table, and when food was put in front of her she tried to be slow and calm. It was hard not to gobble it all down like she was starving, because she feared it may be taken from her. After she had finished eating, she picked up the plate and found her voice. "Where shall I put this? Where is the sink?" She gave a small smile. "And thank you for the food, and for helping me. I do really appreciate it."