She took the towel and dried her body. Sitting carefully. The key turned as it was meant and she began to feel better. Yet her eyes did not gleam. She clinched her jaw and inched near the fire as he built it. Kneeling she dipped her head drying her hair and letting her body and parts dry. As she warmed a steam released from her joints and such. Quite a sight for a naked woman to simply steam. She moved her gaze to him as he spoke.<br/><br/>"Would you like for me to quote in order and verbatim the times you used "mine" in reference to me?"<br/>She shifted her weight and reached back she pulled at the key lodging it deeper, there was an almost puncture like sound. She removed the key.<br/><br/>The mechanism maintained and she was fine. She spoke softly and the key changed in some way. It was the ancient elfin tongue again. She place the end of the key in the fire and sat with her knees to her chest and her ankles crossed waiting.<br/><br/>"When I am done with what I must do, and am dressed. I shall retrieve your things if that is what you wish of me." She spoke as if the words of obedience had become as common as breathing. She was not going to try and escape again, not now anyways. He was right, she'd had worse masters.