He smiled slightly, before nodding. "Not what I meant, but that works. And relax, no one is going to hurt you. Not without having to go through me first."<br/><br/>It wasn't too far to the guildhouse, and he carefully peeled her off of him, before hooking her arm through his. The collar wasn't immediately obvious due to the slightly oversized clothing, and this area had enough merchants posing as high class to make a slave unusual, but not uncommon. He led her through the common room, and down into the basement toward his room, which was fair sized, with a simple bed, a table and two chairs, a wardrobe, and a small sectioned off area with a small bathtub. He was fairly obsessive about cleaning, and figured she would like that. "This my room. You can use the bed, I usually sleep in one of the chairs. Since I would like you to be the guild healer, that means I have to outfit you. Is there anything you need to do your job that I should get?"