Fantasy RPG Forum - Standing Trials

An expert on bath tubs? Faith wondered if such a thing actually existed but, she had to admit that, in light of this household, she certainly did qualify for that. Glancing around the room and then looking back at Tristan with a very slightly raised eyebrow. She really, genuinely wasn't sure how he had managed to stay alive, fed and clean before he bought her in truth. Not that she would ever dream of saying such a thing but she thought it before and, seeing just how much he had reverted to type in her twelve trial absence, she continued to think it now. It was not a criticism, he was a free man and a noble alongside that; it was right that he did not bother himself with the menial things that were hers to concern herself with. But she could not help but smile fondly and then nod to Lady Elyna. But her focus was on Tristan when he spoke and she smiled, pleasure lighting her eyes. "I would not want you to ever need to replace me, Master" she replied, and let the rest of that speak for itself.

But Lady Elyna needed to get to bed so Faith rushed to fuss over the crumpled mess that inevitably was Tristan's bedroom. She did the best she could in the time that she had, although she had to admit defeat and just help Lady Elyna the best that she could, and to the extent that Lady Elyna was comfortable with her helping. As she closed the door, leaving the Lady alone in the room, Faith smiled at her "Rest well, Lady Elyna." she whispered, looking the noble Lady in the eyes and smiling. What they had shared, the experience that they had just lived through could not be unlived and it meant a lot to the young slave. Lady Elyna's care for her meant more than Faith had words for. Except, of course, the two that she spoke "Thank you"

Then, she closed the door and moved into the living room. She looked, and felt, utterly exhausted although she did her best to hide it, it was almost overwhelming. She had to persevere, though, because there was food to prepare. "I'll get you something to eat, Master. I can only apologise that it will be of necessity probably fairly basic." she explained. Moving to where she cooked she stopped and stood in front of him. There were inches separating them and the young woman looked up at him with earnest grey eyes. "I am glad you know that I would never run away. I missed you" she explained. The emotions which had kept her going for so many trials no longer held her and Faith looked like she might burst into tears, faint or, the thing that was most likely was that she did both in truth. But she breathed in through her nose and bit the inside of her cheek. The pain was sharp and she smiled a shaking smile to Tristan, then turned to go and cook.

"You should have my bed, Master. It isn't right that you sleep anywhere else. I am very comfortable on a floor" she said and she was quite sure that she was going to make a meal but she stopped and shook her head, trying to clear it. Exhaustion was overwhelming her and all that she wanted in that moment was for someone to look after her for a change, but her determination to be the best slave on Idalos won out. She stepped fowrd and set about getting him a meal, doing her best to make the best she could out of the limited things there. "I'm afraid it will not be to the standard it should, Master, I'm sorry." she turned back to him and looked regretful and genuine in her apology "There is not a lot here. I will do some shopping tomorrow, restock the cupboards".

Working on determination and habit, she cooked what she could, a simple but tasty rice dish with vegetables and a quickly mixed flatbread of flour, salt and butter, mixed together and then proved in the oven as the rice cooked. She did the measuring carefully, because it was vital that she got the butter to flour ratio just perfect in order to ensure that the no-proof bread worked. Then, having rolled it out roughly, she mixed up some herbs and garlic in butter and rubbed that over the top of the bread. She made sure that she made enough for Lady Elyna should she wake up later. A few momnts before it was due to be ready, she opened the oven and sprinkled some salt on the bread so that it would add a taste to the crust.

Once he had eaten (she couldn't, simply could not even if she tried, although she would give it her best if he ordered her to), she smiled at him and spoke in her usual tone "My bed was made when I left. It should be comfortable for you" frankly, at this point, curling on the floor sounded like heaven because more than anything she needed to sleep, but she waited to see what he said. Especially when she asked "And where would you like me to sleep?"