Everything within him was uneasy, stirring behind the iron wall of the numbness that protected him from it. His instincts drove him to act, to work, to serve. Idle slaves were dead slaves. The more he sat here, the more he became convinced something bad would happen. He ached for something to do, something to fix, something to kill... anything! Her attention and kind devotion made him itch with unease. He had never, in his long life, held the attention of another person in this way. He had known only command, reprimand, and demand to come from others. HE had no idea how to react to this new treatement. If he were honest with himself, he would admit that this kindness scared him more than the biggest, toughest opponent he had ever faced.