She did mean every word she said to him, he was proving to be a nice master after all. He praised her skill in a way made her beam silently with joy that she will be of good use to him. Her old mistress and trainer often scolded her for "paying attention to unneeded things" as they called it. Her mother always teaching her secretly, either in the middle of nights or whenever they weren't paying attention. Brewing her potions in a small corner of the royal kitchen, after getting the permission of the cook whom her mothered cured once.<br/><br/>For her there was no need to think further, helping people was a noble act and her own mother used to make potions and mixtures to heal their fellow slaves whenever they were injured or ill. She looked at her master, not speaking for a moment and then remembered the rules<strong>" I agree, master. I will do everything you ask of me, I am, and will always be at your service" </strong>