Cynthia looks her up and down, "clothes would be nice...warmer ones..." she starts to stand, the tumbles a little. She sighs and gets back up again. -so cold- she had thought to herself. -pot needs fire, fire will be warmer..- she gave a small smile and slowly moved to the pan. She didn't like the idea of being a pet, she would plan to enslave her captors as soon as she was free. She moves to examines the food, sticking her rear in the air as she peers into the box.<br/><br/>Damain eyes were still closed as her smirked widely. "dirty mutt....it's nice to have our own slave..." he opens his eyes and looks at Tsubaki. "there would be no point..." he perches himself up on one shoulder, he smiles at her. "shall we start our day? where are my clothes?" Curious. He looks around the tent.