Bella looked curiously, she was about to open the drawer when she saw his hand twitch. In fear that was a warning that if she didn't do as he said, she'd get another slap she jumped out of the bed, and opened the second drawer, took out the ointment and passed it to him. Bella stood at his side, waiting for his next orders. She had learnt her place, and oh how she wanted to argue back with him constantly, the pain she had gone through the first time had been enough to make her hold her tongue. Especially when she wanted to pass a comment or give back chat so to speak. Bella could never have imagined having to do something at the command of someone else, being told what to do and when to do it, with little to no freedom. She missed her ability to wander freely between the heavens and the earth, to come and go as she pleased. Speak to whom she liked, when she liked. Bella sighed quietly, she missed home, and was beginning to feel very homesick. She had to learn, this would be her new home, and she would probably never see anything passed the four walls of the castle or mansion they were in. She didn't know which.