Siena noticed how Marion seperated herself, guessing that she wanted to disambiguate her stance from the slave girl by her husband's side, but knew she couldn't do anything about that. Their problems, such as they were, weren't something she could change. At least, not yet.<br/><br/>She smiled at her announcement, nodding eagerly. "Thank you Mistress, that's very generous of you." She also didn't need a robe, but she would appreciate it anyway - while Catkin didn't regularly where much, she had been entirely naked for a few weeks, and some preservation of her modesty would be nice.<br/><br/>Trailing her new Master into the dining room, she was struck by the comparison between the two of them - he was happy. Excited to have her. Undoubtedly excited for more than having a mind-numbingly expensive Catkin girl trailing him. She paused for a moment for permission to sit, and her expression was agonized, the smell of food driving her insane, before he gave her permission. She sat down, and downed a glass of water in one gulp, savoring the feeling of the cold, pure liquid on her throat before she started eating, clearly hungry, but doing her best not to simply inhale the food.