Trey's fear of change was fighting his desire to feel happiness. On one hand she was trying to be kind, but on the other she was overwhelming him. Fears and frustrations filled his mind. He was used to his routine, used to his discipline. She laid him down on the bed ever so softly. It was so comfortable, he felt he could fall asleep for the rest of the day.<br/><br/>"Forgive me, I am so used to another life," he said, speaking freely for the first time. His voice was soft and harsh, still tired and in pain. He hesitated to speak again, fully expecting a whipping for not having permission. However she did nothing by smile. "I hope you do find use for me as your slave. I feel out of place without purpose. It sounds strange, I know."<br/><br/>She ordered some food, specifically liquids for him. "Don't worry... Kate. Anything is better than the gruel I used to be fed. It sounds delicious. I've never had honey, nor fruits... well not fresh ones." He remembers the food he used to eat. It was scraps at best, but usually gruel or something not fit for the household Wolf. "I do like fruits though. Some days I would be lucky and receive only a partially rotten fruit with one side still sweet and tasty. Those were my favourite days. I especially enjoy bananas. I would save it for the end to help mask the taste of what I had eaten. If I was lucky the taste of the fruit would remain in my mouth for a good while, and..." he realized he was rambling. He wasn't used to being allowed to speak. "I'm sorry." He wondered what eggs and bacon tasted like and was going to ask, but didn't want to keep rambling. He had smelled it before and it always made him curious, but he would be happy with the drink she was preparing for him.<br/><br/>His pain was starting to take precedence over his desire to speak. He used the chamber pot given to him, and it hurt. He relaxed, thinking about the drink that was being prepared for him, and the warm bath. "I am grateful for your generosity, Kate. It is a bit overwhelming as I have never had the chance to decide anything in my life. You offer me fresh fruits and solid food. I have never had bacon, or honey, nor have I ever had a warm bath. I have never had kindness, nor anyone to care for my wounds. I have been saved by a goddess."<br/><br/>"You want me to be happy. As a slave I have been raised to not be a selfish person. I find no pleasure in feeding my own desires. I find happiness by making other's happy. I know pleasure and desires, but you are untouched. So I hope I can learn to make you happy in another way, whatever that may take."<br/><br/>Kate mentioned three choices a day, and it relieved some of the stress from him. It would not be so over-bearing for Trey. "I... I can do that. I am perfectly fine, if not looking forward to the food you will be giving me. For clothes, after my bath I would be fine with anything comfortable and warm. For my pain, what you mentioned would be sufficient. Perhaps something to ease the blisters on my wrists would be nice, if it's not too much trouble... as they hurt a great deal."