The abused elf-woman felt far from grateful; battered without and within by the man that even now held her spread wide, she did not thank him.<br/><br/>"I am glad," came her hoarse whisper instead. If he was glad, she hoped, perhaps the human's gleeful cruelty might be eased. She had kept her end of their bargain, and well - perhaps he might be persuaded to bargain with her again.<br/><br/>Bolstered by this hope, her head lifted to look at him, silversilk hair slip-sliding and sticking a little to the sheen of exertion upon her bare skin. "If you please, Lord.... There is much pain from this in me. Subside, that I might heal?"