Kate was a bit startled. She did not expect her gift to speak. The mage held the back of her hand to his bruised cheek. She was surprised how he address himself. He did not speak as a slave. His common language was good better than most of his class. "Welcome back to the living. You are my gift and may call me Kate or Katie. I never liked to be called mistress. Most are cruel and treat a slave as dirt. You think you can hold down a mug of apple cider?"