This was what would have to happen to her as a pet.  She would have to be fed - since she couldn't lift a fork or spoon on her own.  She would be compelled to show gratitude to whoever gave her that sustenance.  And then - for the rest of her life she would be subject to their whims.<br/><br/>Lisle drank dutifully.  She didn't make any comment, not even when the straw started to suck air bubbles noisily.  When she found that the effort of sucking the straw was no longer worth the few droplets that it delivered, she released it and patted at the glass to move it away.<br/><br/>With a sigh, she slid down to pillow herself in the doctor's lap.  "I'm done, Dok - Gerlinde."