When the collar was secured around her neck, Ashe knew  she must have done something right to be allowed life just a little longer.However, there was no chance for her to express her gratitude before she was yanked forward. Rather than fight against him, she went willingly, struggling to keep up with the speed in which he pulled her in. It was easy to see in the troll's eyes just how much disgust and hatred he held, and it was enough to make her feel guilty even though she didn't know what had caused him to feel that way towards her and her kind.<br/><br/>Just as suddenly as she was pulled in, she was thrown back out. Her back hit the stone floor hard and she groaned as more than one bruise was hit in the process. She slowly sat up, the aching of her bruises making her back feel stiffer than it really was. If she was to live much longer, she'd need to learn quickly and, as she was just shown, be able to take a hit. Sitting on her knees, she did her best to ignore the pain and remained silent. There was a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach, and she didn't think she'd be going back anytime soon. Or ever. Not quite used to the collar just yet, she ran a couple of fingers between the collar and her neck. Just loudly enough for her to hear him, she said the two words he may have never heard from a human, "Thank you...For not killing me." There was sincerity in her voice despite his harsh treatment of her.<br/><br/>She fell silent and merely sat there. To her it seemed her fate had been decided when the collar had been clasped about her neck, and rather than fighting it, she had chosen to accept it. Life was going to be much harder, that was clear. But she felt that she could survive. Even if it meant living with bruises constantly coloring her skin.