Marion didn't really know if a guest room was the appropriate place for the girl, but at least he wasn't trying to install her into their bed. If he'd done that, she'd have been the one sleeping in the guest room.<br/><br/>She was only barely seated when the others entered the private dining room. The housemaid hadn't yet had the time to bring a robe, but the new slave didn't seem to miss it as she restrained herself with visible effort until she had received permission to start eating. "Pace yourself," she cautioned. "You don't want to make yourself sick and end up hungrier than you already are."<br/><br/>Her gaze on her food as she started eating, she was a bit envious of this Siena. She'd been trying for the better part of a year to engage her husband's interest, and all the Catkin had to do was exist. She wished she knew him well enough to know what part of it he found appealing. Was it the fur and tail? Or was it that she was his possession? Not that it particularly mattered; whatever it was that she possessed, it had become abundantly clear that it was a quality that Marion was obviously lacking.