The neomah waved a young girl in from the hallway, the child bore a large pot, and bending carefully over the sigils, odd there was no flare from the markings as the child bent. She set the empty pot within the circle, before scurrying away. Relief upon her face as she was away. Hedria drew a leash from the wall. "Put this on." She tossed the leash within the circle, a collar designed to go around the neck obviously open upon the end. Markings can be seen upon the leash as well as the collar, and was that moonsilver laces? The neomah continued to peer at Wild Heart, her analytical eye shifting to appreciative. "You are a prime specimen of your species. I am impressed. You have held up better than most." She stepped away from the other implements of bondage, for now.