The ground was cold but she didn't have the energy to move.  Her arm was hurting with it being laid on but she couldn't drag it out from under herself.  Everything was black and desperately she wanted to see but her eye lids were so very heavy.  She thought she heard voices but it was impossible.  The field of traps was surely too much trouble for anyone to come after her?  The smell of the steak was so close though.  So close was her success but now beyond reach.<br/><br/>That lead to peace.  She couldn't hold out any longer as her mind started drifting away from the moment.  In truth she thought she felt hands and she thought something had moved her arms.  But she wrote it off as nothing more then a dream.  A flight of fancy to which she so desired to spread her metaphorical wings.  But she couldn't know.  That day she'd dream of the flowers.  The flowers she enjoyed so greatly that did not make her sneeze when she was around them.  The flowers that came after the dream of hands that gently took to her.<br/><br/>Picked up by Cyrus her body was almost completely limp.  There was no tension to her form for she hadn't the strength to be tense.  But without that tension there was only calm.  A calm, though heavy series of breaths.  A calm draping of her arms, legs and tail.  A...Not so calm growl of her stomach.  But there would be no eating.  Only sleep.<br/><br/>__________<br/><br/>When she awoke she wasn't sure where she was.  The ground did not feel so cold, nor did it feel hard.  Her eyes would quickly adjust to the light let into them to determine she was not in the field of traps anymore.  But she smelled something familiar.  The steak.  Turning her head she'd see it before slowly getting up, her hands picking it up be it by plate or by the meat itself should none be there.  She still had to go deliver it after all, and with that would she take to another scent she needed to find.  Cyrus.<br/><br/>Getting up from the bed she'd feel herself still feel weighed down.  However she'd still move and follow the trail after the man.  Whether he slept in the room she was put in or in his own she'd find him, and whether or not he was awake she'd make sure he was even if she had to wake him.  And whether or not he was aware of the reason she'd give him the steak with a smile, hoping she'd be rewarded for doing a good job, not realizing that the steak was suppose to be the reward.