The slave, who was doing his best to think of himself by the new name he'd been given, Trillen, looked up as Kate entered. He held the misery, fear, and anger boiling inside him behind an iron clad wall inside him. His expression was passive, his complexion pale, as he watched her and Ann exchange words he could not hear.<br/><br/>When Kate.... he corrected himself to think of her as Mistress, approached his side, he looked up to meet her gaze. Her words staggered him and he felt an incredible sense of relief. It was like his world snapped back into place and he was finally able to understand it all. His instinct kicked in and he happily let go of some of the misery that had been rolling around inside him only moments ago. Nodding to her obediently, he kept his hand in the bowl where she'd put it.