<div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e327/steusloffa/Junk/a3e78b33-5cae-43cf-bca0-7bdc0488116b_zpskyozpugo.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e327/steusloffa/Junk/cooltext117506316786206_zpsnqy2zyuh.png">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/>Orca stood relatively still as he shed the last piece of his clothing, the young woman seeming to be slightly surprised by his question, if only for a few moments. Their eyes connected for a fleeting few moments, Paislee giving the young man an owlish look. After a moment, she seemed to regain herself, "Oh--uh...Sorry, sorry. I just...sometimes I forget I have a name," she replied, blowing a strand of hair out of her face, "I'm Paislee Na--...never mind. I'm just Paislee." With that, she awkwardly turned away again to grab the rag and soap, only turning back again to approach Orca. "I'm going to get the wounds on your tail and back, alright?" she said as she wet the rag and prepped it with the soap.<br/><br/>Orca narrowed his eyes for a brief moment before relaxing a little bit, a deep hum emanating from his throat. While he was curious as to why she stopped less than midway through her last name, he was not displeased with Paislee. While the hum that emanated from his throat was a sure fire way to know he was content, much like a cat's purr, Orca was sure the girl was not aware of this. "Very well." He said, making himself more approachable. With that, Paislee began to gently, yet firmly, wash Orca. As she did so, she whispered out apologies despite the lack of expression from Orca.<br/><br/>"I want you to know that...that for the most part you are free..." Paislee stated as she knelt down to clean his tail, "But I do have one request--and that is you not hurt anyone..." She was intently focused on his wounds, not looking up to view his expression to her request. Orca, however, offered no expression that would lead her to understand if he had accepted her orders or not. "If someone tries to hurt you, mistreats you in any way--you inform me. Do not retaliate..." at this point, Paislee stood and looked into Orca's deep sea blue-green eyes with her own dark hazel ones. "As much as it pains me to say this...I am considered your master and as such, I can take actions against those who harm you without my permission. Legal, deadly actions," she said dangerously. It wasn't a threat against Orca at all, and it was obvious that she detested the idea of anyone hurting him any further. No, it was simply a testament to how far Paislee was willing to go to make sure Orca was never mistreated again.<br/><br/>When she felt that Orca was thoroughly clean, she turned away from him to grab a towel, muttering to herself under her breath, "...I'm sure someone will come visit me about today..." When she was facing him once more, however, there was no evidence in her expression to suggest she was worried about anything but Orca's health. Softly she began to pat him dry, which seemed to baffled Orca. Paislee picked up on his confusion immediately and looked up at him, "I'm sorry...am I doing too much?" she asked with uncertainty. Orca slowly shook his head, "No... Not exactly." He said, taking the towel from Paislee. "Here, I'll bandage you up and then make a bowl of stew for you, okay?<br/><br/>When he was done, she guided him out of the shower to dress his wounds. Speaking of his wounds, they burned from being scrubbed clean and now clung to anything that touched them. The raw skin was sensitive to the touch, and painful enough to force small hisses from Orca whenever Paislee touched one by mistake. It took a little more time than either had expected, but she preferred to be thorough rather than accidentally neglect any injury it seemed. She even applied healing salve and provided the sea elf with pain killers. Once she was done, she gave a small sigh, "We'll have to worry about clothes for you tomorrow...I doubt my husband's clothes will fit. You'll have to use that towel for right now. I'll...I'll meet you in the kitchen when you are ready. There will be food waiting." Paislee left the bathroom in a seeming rush, suddenly overcome by something that she didn't even understand.<br/><br/>Azure eyes glided around the room, the dry air quickly removing what little traces of water remained on the young male. He had picked up on the feelings of the woman, though could not exactly figure out what had caused them. He assumed it had something to do with her husband, as anything that he noticed was connected to him seemed to bring her down a bit. Orca furrowed his brow, cursing himself for becoming curious over his new owners pains. "Lies..." Orca said to himself, reminding himself that all humans cared about were themselves, and their coins.<br/><br/>Paislee was yanked from her thoughts as Orca came into the kitchen, the towel wrapped around his waist. It didn't seem to cover much though, as his figure required a towel that was much larger than the average human one. He made it work though, as best as he could. She looked up to him and gave a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "I hope you don't mind beef stew...It probably isn't the best. I was going to pick up some things today, but was side tracked," she said in apology as she gestured for him to sit down, which he did. In fact, that was all the young creature did. He made no motion for the food, but instead looked it over with suspicion. Grabbing a fork, Orca poked around at the food for a bit before slowly taking a bite of some meat. If he had enjoyed the food, he didn't show it. In fact, Orca acted as if he was rather well feed, eating at a slow pace that would fool just about anyone.<br/><br/>Halfway through his meal, Orca set his eating utensil down and looked Paislee in the eyes. "About your request earlier... I can't promise you that I will not retaliate, though I will try." His words were sincere, though it was obvious he had more that he wanted to say. "It confuses me though, why you would go through this much trouble for one such as me, then refuse to let me do that which I am conditioned for." He said before taking another bite of his stew, seeming to focus more on the solid food rather than the soup. "I'm curious," Orca started, "What do you plan on doing with me then? Keep me as an exotic pet and show me off to all your friends? Am I to be a status symbol now? Or perhaps you will have me become your guard? Watching over house and hold while your away, just like any good dog would..." There was a distinct bitterness to his words.