<div align="center"><em>Autolycus tries to calm Sorcha <br/>Servant Baths</em></div><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/Prakkie/Medicus.jpg)</div>Autolycus was ready for her to try something and his arm flung out as Sorcha bolted. His hand closed on her shoulder, fingers and nails dug into her skin but she slipped from his grasp only to trip on the chain that now hung freely from the collar on her neck and land painfully on the flagstones, unable to break her fall since her hands were still tied behind her back.<br/><br/>"Πέoς-Πλούτων!!" He cursed, angry that she should try to run away, such a foolish escape attempt... Had she learned nothing from the last time!? But then he heard her quick, raspy breaths, saw her scramble to get away from him. Not aiming for the door either, but foolishly crawling into a corner of the room. So this was no escape attempt, more like a mad, panicked flight. She was scared. So terrified even the cocktail of calming drugs he'd given her seemed unable to suppress it.<br/><br/>Whatever for? He'd done nothing to harm her, had been nothing but kind.<br/><br/>He took a deep breath, let the anger, the tension he'd felt as he'd released her flow from his body. Just a frightened young woman, he could deal with frightened.<br/><br/>"Easy..." he said in a soothing, low rumble like one might use on a skittish horse. "Easy," he walked closer until he was but a foot away and stopped there, kneeling so as to look less threatening. Not touching her just yet. "I won't hurt you. I'm just going to wash you. Make you clean... Clean?" He repeated, raising his eyebrows to ask if she understood.<br/><br/>He was almost certain he'd heard her say the word ‘clean’ before, when she was trapped in the filthy boar-cage.