<div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn24/SociallyToxicBeauty/4491fcb8-f42f-42b6-bbd6-b1f08a1002fa.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #FFBFFF"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Paislee</span></span></div><br/><br/>Paislee watched Orca with carefully concealed concern as he limped his way over to her. The closer he came, the more of his injuries she could assess--and she certainly did not like what she saw.<br/><br/>The med kit was taken from her slender hands, and Orca kept it at his side.<span style="color: #0080FF">"Tending to my wounds now would only lead to my decay and death. My people tend to catch disease and illness easier than you humans do..." </span>Orca informed, lifting his other hand into the air so that Paislee could see it better. Bruises and cuts seemed to cover him, along with layers of dirt, sand, and dried blood. It was clear, though, the brunt of the damage was where he had been held by shackles.<br/><br/>She motioned for him to follow her to the wash room, determined to get him cleaned up. No living creature deserved to remain in such a state. When the made it to the bathroom, Paislee reached out and turned on the sink, a rush of synthetic water spewing out. She made room for Orca, inclining her head with expectation. He seemed to take the hint, dipping his wounds under the water--cringing only momentarily at the contact.<br/><br/>Paislee gave a soft frown as she looked Orca over, realizing the sink would not be enough. The poor creature would need a shower. The two seemed to have come to the same conclusion at the same time as Orca began to remove what little clothing he had and Paislee turned on the shower. When he stepped in, Paislee turned the sink off and began to lay out the supplies she would need to help dress his wounds. When she finished with that, she made her way to her bathroom closet, pulling out a towel, a soft washcloth, and antiseptic soap.<br/><br/>When she had set the supplies down, Orca's dual toned voice reached her ears,<span style="color: #0080FF">"So what should I call you, human? I can't assume that you enjoy being called 'Human' all the time."</span>She seemed surprised by the question, turning around to face Orca. There was a moment of silence as she blinked somewhat owlishly, as if she wasn't sure what to say. After a moment, she seemed to regain herself,<span style="color: #FFBFFF">"Oh--uh...Sorry, sorry. I just...sometimes I forget I have a name,"</span>she replied, blowing a strand of hair out of her face,<span style="color: #FFBFFF">"I'm Paislee Na--...never mind. I'm just Paislee."</span><br/><br/>With that, she awkwardly turned away again to grab the rag and soap, only turning back again to approach Orca.<span style="color: #FFBFFF">"I'm going to get the wounds on your tail and back, alright?"</span>she said as she wet the rag and prepped it with the soap. Once she was done she began to gently, yet firmly, wash Orca. As she did so, she whispered out apologies despite the lack of expression from Orca. She wasn't sure why she was apologizing. Perhaps it was for hurting him as she tended to his wounds or for the life he had gone through--maybe both.<br/><span style="color: #FFBFFF"><br/>"I want you to know that...that for the most part you are free..." </span>Paislee stated as she knelt down to clean his tail,<span style="color: #FFBFFF">"But I do have one request--and that is you not hurt anyone..."</span>She was intently focused on his wounds, not looking up to view his expression to her request. She didn't care what his thoughts were--it was non-negotiable. She wouldn't be able to help him if he turned violent on the citizens around them.<span style="color: #FFBFFF">"If someone tries to hurt you, mistreats you in any way--you inform me. Do not retaliate..."</span>at this point, Paislee stood and looked into Orca's deep sea blue-green eyes with her own dark hazel ones.<span style="color: #FFBFFF">"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,"</span>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,<span style="color: #FFBFFF"> "...I'm sure someone will come visit me about today..."</span>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,<span style="color: #FFBFFF">"I'm sorry...am I doing too much?"</span>she asked with uncertainty.<span style="color: #FFBFFF">"Here, I'll bandage you up and then make a bowl of stew for you, okay?"</span>she said as she handed him the towel to finish drying himself off.<br/><br/>When he was done, she guided him out of the shower to dress his wounds. It took a little more time than she had expected, but she preferred to be thorough rather than accidentally neglect any injury. She was sure to apply healing salve and provide the sea elf with pain killers. Once she was done, she gave a small sigh,<span style="color: #FFBFFF">"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."</span>Paislee left the bathroom in a seeming rush, suddenly overcome by something that she didn't even understand.<br/><br/>It didn't take Paislee long to make them bowls of stew, and she dipped into her stash of fresh water for Orca to drink. She had a feeling he probably preferred it. She had planned to get more than evening, but she wouldn't be able to that night. People were probably going to be on the look out for her for a few days--she had nabbed the prize at the auction after all.<br/><br/>Paislee was yanked from her thoughts as she heard Orca come into the kitchen. She looked up to him and gave a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.<span style="color: #FFBFFF"> "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,"</span>she said in apology as she gestured for him to sit down.