Karen turned off her anger as she saw just how distraught Sammy was.  She wasn't crying out of a fun sort of pain but seemed to be truly and well miserable.  This would never do.   She untied Sammy as Allan sent everyone away, picking out errant pieces of food from Sammy's hair.<br/><br/>"Sammy," she said, taking the girl by the hand and leading her to the large bathtub in the play room bath."Let's get you washed up."<br/><br/>She said to Allan, "Use the lavender bath salts and oils..."  She took a wash cloth and did a preliminary wiping to get the remaining chunks of food off the girl's body.  She spoke calmly to the still crying slave, who seemed to have been completely overcome by the day's events.<br/><br/>"We pushed her too hard, too fast, Allan," she said.  "We need to get her calmed down, cleaned up and rested.  Then we can see what happens next.  I'm not sure she's really suited to this."<br/><br/>Karen climbed into the rapidly filling tub and guided Sammy into the tub with her.  She sat down and pulled Sammy against her, the warm water covered them both with the calming sent of lavender filling the air.  Karen wrapped her arms around Sammy, cradling her in the comfort of her arms and the warm, sweet smelling water.  She kissed Sammy's ear and began to gently wash the girl's body with her bare hand in the water.<br/><br/>Karen's eyes met Allan's over the water with an expression of sorrow.  In their excitement, they had pushed the girl much to far, much to fast.  "Perhaps we should send her home for a while...let her think about all this."