Her demeanor softened as Russ spoke, realizing that freedom comes with a cost..., but this was one payment she didn't mind at all. Russ was kind to her, and she saw no lies within his soul and his words were clear and sweetly covered in - something more than compassion, or the civil act of chivalry. She didn't quite understand this other emotion she was sensing, but it didn't matter to her. If she must be his by law, then she will not complain. If to any other man, she would give blood instead.
Taking the bag beside her, she opened it to find medicinal herbs from the deepest regions of her homeland - where they could only be found. Whoever he spoke to about her care knew about her kind...it was obvious they even knew where her homeland was located. It would be interesting to meet his person one day.
She placed the medical bag on the table beside the bed before taking the basket of fruits and bread with a child-like smile - her second one in ages. Eating as she was told, Sheona looked around the room for a while. When she'd had her fill, she placed the basket back where she'd found it and carefully removed herself from the bed. Everything still hurt, but she ignored the pain, as always, and moved about the room.
She looked at everything there - the bed, the furniture and the trinkets on the shelves. There were books, but she's never really learned how to read well enough to enjoy them, and there was a full standing mirror in the corner of the room. Sheona had seen her reflection before, and wasn't afraid of the mirror. What she'd feared this time however, was her reflection now - what has she become over the past eight years under Mas...Mr. Edgar's thumb?
Standing unabashed before her double, Sheona was startled by her state - bruised, cut, scared, dysfunctional misused, derailed; she felt ashamed to even be in Russ's home...ashamed that he'd spent so much of his hard-earned money for - for this! She ran a hand through her hair - at least it was still clean... Looking over her body, Sheona wished for fabric to make herself something proper to wear... She didn't want Russ to spend any more on her than he should... He's done enough already. She wanted to be worthy of her keep, but that won't happen until she was healthy enough.
Taking a book from the shelf, one with dark red binding and gold-edged pages, Sheona returned to her bed. If she was going to become a worthy prize for her savior, she needed to refine herself... Opening the book, she began to butcher the English language...