<strong> Sorcha in the bath house</strong><br/><br/>Sorcha watched carefully, though her eyes still passed to the door. Though less now, Grass eyes was being kind so she had to be calmer, had to wait. It was only him and her, and her mate that had joined him... “ Good dog?” It was then she spoke quietly and said a name “Cararoc.” …<em>grass eyes …</em><br/><br/>Her breath slowed a little and she blinked again trying to keep her brain from the world of spirit, from the half world.<em>I want to run, but my legs don’t work, you have the eyes  of Cararoc…</em><br/><br/>“Clean…yes?”<em>for you… I will  stay with grass eyes not with the …”</em>She could not find the words. Sorcha tried to be away from the bonds more and let out another howl as they dug into her flesh. In the distance the dogs returned her howl.<br/><br/>“Please ….clean…good dog…”  Of course her eyes still flicked to the door but for the most they were on the Medicus. “Good…?” It seemed she would be compliant for the moment as there was little else for her to do , the pict even said his name once more.<br/>