Jaques looked apologetic to her; this poor girl, snatched away from her father and her old life. She seemed so sad, and he wanted desperately to help her. But Master wouldn't have any of it. He would keep her here until she loved him, no matter how long it took. It would take a miracle for that to happen.<br/><br/>"No, you had every right to ask that question" he said assuredly, "Though I'm not sure if he is in the mood to speak with you... It IS pretty late, after all, and he might already be in bed or out on a hunt." Jaques knew his master well; there would be no sleeping for him tonight. Not ever at night. It was too painful for him to change back and forth between forms each evening, and even in a human form, he still acted like an animal. He hunted, protected the territory he called his own, he even once brought back a deer with its bloody neck between his jaws. The poor cook, to see that when she went into the kitchen the next morning...<br/><br/>Jaques stood up, giving her a curt bow, "Well, if you need anything else, just ask for Jaques" He gave a smile, then turned and left her to rest some more.