Marion accepted the hand out of the flier, too fatigued from the worrisome day to continue throwing barbs at her neglectful husband. As it was, he either understood and had already gotten the point, or he was as oblivious as ever and it would just be a waste of what little energy she had left. Briefly, she found herself empathizing with the Catkin in regards to the thought of dinner and her bed.<br/><br/>"As you are now a member of the household, you will, of course, be provided with whatever you require to keep you healthy. More than that, however, remains to be seen." Seeing as Kasey had at least one arm full and unwilling to be treated on the same level as the new slave, she started moving towards the house, and away from the pair, her steps slow and deliberate. "I'll see that dinner is ready and have the housemaid bring a robe for the new acquisition."