<div align="center"><em>Autolycus, leading Sorcha out of the infirmary<br/>Infirmary</em></div><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/Prakkie/Medicus.jpg)</div>Autolycus felt tense as Manius let Sorcha from the cage and found himself praying his drugs would be enough or else she would be sensible enough to obey. He feared for her, for that wildness, that fierce will to escape that would get her into nothing but trouble in this place. She was scared, that much was clear from her wide eyes and hurried breaths - perhaps the drugs had not fully taken hold yet - but she did as told. Behaved herself.<br/><br/>"Good," he told her, wanting to encourage her to keep doing so.<br/><br/>As Manius tore the tunic off her back, exposing bruised and scars as well as he breasts he felt sorry for her, exposed like that, but it was something she would have to get used to. It also helped remind him that she was injured, in need of some treatment and as the Dominus spoke to the guard he went to his workbench to get a few simple supplies. Something to treat her back after he’d bathed her, and tucked them into the pouches on his belt.<br/><br/>Finished, he took Sorcha’s leash.<br/><br/>"Come," he told her, giving the chain a little tug to get her moving, then walked out of the infirmary, expecting her to follow.<br/><br/>It felt odd, leading her by a chain like this. As if he were her master rather than Manius. Odd, but not unpleasant.