She tried to keep herself calm as she waited upon her knees on the floor. The stone was hard and cold beneath them, though, and her heart still beat fast from what Brom and his unearthly pet had done to her, so that she cringed faintly under his fingers - and when his withered fingertips caressed the brand upon her bare skin, she inhaled sharply, and swallowed before forcing out her quiet reply. "They named me Felicity, my lord."<br/><br/>There was a faint quaver in her voice, and her eyes slid slowly closed to hold in frightened tears. He SEEMED to be little more than an old man with a knack for command, but the words of warning and caution the older slavewoman had given her on the walk to this place left the new girl filled with trepidation, waiting for any gentle movement to suddenly become a thing of pain.