"Where the sun will touch it?" Keela asked. "There is no sunlight, here amongst the drow. They hate it, for it hurts their eyes."<br/><br/>Keela would help her bathe, working efficiently. The cool water seemed to help clear her mind, more than anything so far; she wasn't completely better, but closer to her normal self.<br/><br/>"Hello, Ivy. You should expect to serve your mistress loyally, and... be called upon to be bred, to continue their people. You will serve whomever your mistress is, which could change, easily... though our current mistress is strong; she will be unlikely to lose us."