Verissa's night passed without fit, crying and the exhaustion from the event of the day had worn her out completely. Asher's movement through the pavilion wasn't what woke Verissa, nor was it the rattling cookware. It was the sharp, but pleasant scent of the spices cooking with the bacon. Her nose had wriggled at the scent, and she awoke slowly, unmoving, hoping she'd be free of the nightmare of the events from before. But she wasn't so lucky. She could tell she wasn't in her bed, staring at the hide walls of her owner's pavilion. Her ears listened at what was going on, she could tell someone was cooking, she assumed it to be Asher. She immediately felt a moment of dread, was she supposed to be awake before him, to make breakfast? Was he going to punish her for not doing that? 

She heard him step close, his voice in that foreign tongue. She wasn't sure what he was saying, but it didn't seem to be directed at her. She swallowed and moved to roll over, when pain streaked through her body. Not from the wounds on her back, those were sore, but not near as painful as her hips, thighs, and back. A gasp had escaped her lips, her eyes squeezed shut in pain. When it finally subsided, she realized she was looking at Asher crouched before her, her pups staring daggers at him, daring him to try anything in the form of aggression toward her, completely ignore the bacon he offered. When she saw the meat hanging from his grasp, she knew now what it was he was trying. But she knew her pups wouldn't eat without her permission, not from a stranger. Plus they had a routine in their old life.

And that required her to get up.

She clenched her teeth, not meeting Asher's eyes as she struggled to push herself up. The pain that wracked her body was immense, her arms struggled weakly beneath her to raise her up. With one final gasp she managed to get a leg beneath her, and finally stood up. She looked at her pups, who looked up at her obediently. [color=f6989d][b]"Eat,"[/b][/color] accompanied by a nod. Each pup took a piece of bacon from Asher, and scooted over at Verissa's feet, to eat, eyes now locked on the man. She swallowed deeply, looking down, not wanting to meet his eyes, [color=f6989d][b]"I'm sorry I wasn't awake to make you food. I will get it right tomorrow. And Remus and Remilia are used to relieving themselves before they eat. They won't go on their own, they wait on me."[/b][/color]

She tried to make herself smaller before the man, eyes ever downcast, hoping he wouldn't punish her for slacking in her slave duties and for speaking without being spoken to. She really didn't know the rules for slaves. The only slaves in Ruby Banks worked on the farms and were rarely seen in the public, and when they were, they were treated well, in accordance to village law. [color=f6989d][b]"What... What would you like me to do...?"[/b][/color]