Ann gave his bum a tap, and he jumped. It was more playful than anything, so it wasn't strange for him. In fact, this was something he was used to. The signs of affection, the constant longing women and some men had for him. It was his duties for a long time, and his pheromones were obviously the culprit. In fact since he'd been having trouble keeping his nymph side under control, he was glad for the affection.<br/><br/>She pet his cheek and spoke of his wounds, the wounds he carried with him now and forever. They would always remind him of his past, and of the time he was tortured and left for dead just before he found salvation with Kate. Ann's comfort was doing more harm than good as her mentions of his tortures startled to riddle his brain with holes. He remembers Sarah's tortures. Sarah said she did it because she loved him, but she wrote him love letters with her whip as the pen and his back as the paper. She found pleasure within herself to see Trey suffer. Then, when he was given away, as if she was saying 'if I can't have you then no one can,' she tried to kill Trey by doing what gave her pleasure. His heart was tensed into his stomach, and he had trouble breathing again, but he breathed out slowly, letting his controlled breathing slow his heartbeat.<br/><br/>Then Ann said, "until they heal, let Katie feed you. Ya eyes are the keys to your soul and right now, it hurts. Don't you feel ashamed cry." Ann held his head to her corseted stomach. It was soft and comforting, and perhaps because she said to cry if he wanted to, a couple of tears poured down his face. Not because of the pain of his physical wounds, for that he was used to, but for his internal ones.<br/><br/>Kate told him 'sorry,' but he was fine with Ann. He wiped his tears. "It's nice to have two wonderful and beautiful women care for me so much. Thank you Ann. I wouldn't mind eating right now, though."