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Tunda looks up at Ed gratefully, leaning against the other for a moment before giving the crutches another try. "This is better than trying to walk around on my own without them, though. Also better than being forced to crawl or drag myself around." He murmurs, voice barely above a whisper, as if he had indeed been through all three situations before.

Tunda gives a small nod of understanding, hearing Ed speak before looking up at Mel, the hint of a genuine smile crossing his face. "Y-you two didn't really have to take me in... Most others would have just left me there. I... Dunno if I can ever repay you both for your kindness, but... I'll do what I can, since I think of myself as a burden to everyone in this condition. Can't cook, clean, or run errands..." He deliberately let the sentence trail off, not wanting to talk about what else he had done under Mull and Aion's 'loving' care.

Tunda frowns slightly, looking down at his feet. Money was something he obviously didn't have, and the only skills he really possessed were the typical things people got slaves for. House work and bed work. His ears flick slightly as he cast a small glance in the dragon's direction, then shook his head. Tail flicking, he slowly looks around the room that he had been led to, his eyes widening slightly. "T-This is too big a room for something like me.." He blurts out, feeling very awkward and out of place, even more so than he had earlier.

Tunda blinks at the response, then gives a bit of a shy smile. "I... I don't own anything other than the clothes I'm wearing..." He mumbles, looking back down at his feet. He was really going to start feeling bad if the other kept offering him things. He was, was being the operative word, a slave. Slaves aren't supposed to be treated like normal people, they were possessions, plain and simple. Something for their owner to use and abuse as they saw fit. He was still trying to get used to the fact that the other didn't want or need a slave, nor did he know the first thing about owning one.

Tunda blinks, hobbling forward with the crutches and stopping near the bed. He was more used to sleeping on the floor or the foot of the bed, in all honesty, than actually being able to use the pillows or even sleep under the covers. He fidgets slightly, chewing on his lower lip in vexation. "Ah... O... Okay."

When Mel had picked Tunda up, it had indeed startled the former slave. His arms had automatically locked themselves around Mel's neck the moment he had been scooped up. Blinking rather rapidly, he releases his grip rather quickly the moment he felt the bed underneath him. He hoped the other didn't look at his face, for if Mel did, he'd see the other's face a much darker color than it had been earlier. He simply lay there rather awkwardly, as if afraid to move or say anything about what had happened.

Tunda mentally shook himself before swallowing briefly, forcing his throat to clear up so he could actually speak. "I... In all honesty... The pillows m-might end up on the f-floor... Being in the situation I was in... I wasn't allowed creature comforts like p-pillows and blankets..." Not unless I was performing other tasks at the same time, that is... He thought to himself, eyes flicking to the crutches at his side.

Tunda blinks at what the other said, then nods slowly. Since he could tell that Mel didn't like the idea of him sleeping on the floor, he'd do his best to deal with actually sleeping on the bed. He knew it was going to be hard for him to adjust, but he was willing to make the effort. "O-Okay." He says softly, looking up at Mel for a moment.