Jaetta was amused as he managed her mountains of hair into an updo. She was very amused by his knowledge and well adjusted position in this time and this world. As he handed her the mirror and was very hesitant to lift it and look at herself. She had not seen her self in longer than she was in the ground. Slowly a face came into focus and she gauked at herself. She didn't really feel anything when seeing her own eyes, her hair, her lips or ears. She tilted it here and there to see her body, almost inspecting more than admiring.<br/><br/>"A necklace? You mean jewelry? I have no wish for such trinkets. More clothes? Where would I keep them? I cannot be tied down. You must understand I have to find the man who made me. I have no intentions of settling down in this time, in this place!" She realized he wasn't like other masters she'd had but he was going to try and keep her in other ways. She slammed the mirror to the ground and stamped on it. Disgusted with her own image. All dolled up.<br/><br/>She glanced at him as he was finishing getting dressed. She took a moment then realized she was waiting on him. Like his time was the schedule she was aligned with now.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">No. </span>she thought.<br/><br/>With that she left the cave. She heard the horses and made her way towards them. Upon reaching them she saw the carriage and items. She also saw a small amount of blood on the wheel. He'd murdered for these things. She sighed.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Perhaps I am meant to protect others from him.</span>