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Gypsy shook her head slightly with a small smile, "It's not unfair or fair. It simply is. Go ahead and take it. At least that way you can honestly say that you got your payment and I won't get into trouble. Whenever you're back here you can come and visit me," she said softly then hesitated briefly.

She moved in and pulled him down for a kiss to his cheek then looked into his eyes for a moment, "You're very sweet Edmond. I can appreciate that if no one else can. Go on, and have a good journey to your next job," she added in that soft musical voice of hers then turned away from him to stand at the dresser as if she were looking at the various nicknacks that decorated the surface.

It gave him the opportunity to leave gracefully and without any fuss. It was better that way.

Besides, she had a bit of thinking to do. She had to survive here and his concern, however touching, was making it hard on her.

Gypsy gave a small smile without turning to look at him, "It may not look like it at time, but my pride is the one thing no one can take from me," she told him softly but firmly, meaning every word of it.

She put her hands on the dresser and leaned against it, not wanting to watch him leave.

Maybe when he was gone she could have her meltdown. Maybe when she was alone she could have the panic attack she could feel building inside of her.

But she wanted to do that where no one could see her doing it. She didn't want anyone to see her like that. Especially another fighter, one whose reputation she respected as much as her own.

Once he was gone, she put one hand to her face and took in a shaking breath then let it back out slowly, trying to judge how close to a breakdown she was. After a moment, she realized she wasn't going to do it and silently cursed herself for it, knowing full well that the release of emotions would help her think more clearly.

She heard someone else come in but didn't turn around fully. She simply turned her head in that general direction then shook her head when the slave girl asked her if she needed a bath, sending the girl back into the front room.

After that came the sound of boots moving down the hallway and she took in a deep breath, silently telling herself she could do this, she could survive this, it wasn't going to kill her to simply go along.

This high ranking guard knew exactly what he was here for. He also made sure he took it.

Afterwards, Gypsy accepted the slaves help to the bathroom, not noticing that it was one of the male slaves until after she was in the water.

Dev shook his head over the new girl's condition but had to admit that he was glad she was handling it well. He'd already told the other guards not to let that particular guard in again and after seeing Gypsy's condition, they didn't question it.

Dev helped Gypsy clean up then applied the appropriate herbs and ointments that would see her healed up fast then carried her into a different room while hers was being cleaned up. She didn't say anything as she was put down on the bed, simply gave him wide eyes when she noticed that there was already a man in the bed. He shook his head at her, "That's just Hal. Don't worry about it. We've both been claimed by the same master. You'll be safe in here until your room is cleaned up," he told her simply then watched over them both as they rested.

He really wished Allistair would come back soon. Hal was starting to drift into nightmares, though they didn't last long, and he had no idea what to do with the new girl. He gave a nod when he was told her room was cleaned up and gently picked her up then carried her there and put her into the bed carefully and covered her up.

He left orders that she wasn't to see any more 'clients' until she finished healing up then went back to Hal, wondering where Allistair was...

But he was pulled away from Hal when a slave came to get him about another guard demanding to be 'entertained' by the newest addition. When Dev tried to explain that she was hurt, he got a smack across the face for his trouble.

As he fingered his jaw for a moment, he did the only thing he could. He offered to take her place. He could handle the pain, after all.

But that just got him smacked again then shoved to the side as the guard headed for Gypsy's room anyway...

Edmond bolted towards Gypsy's room in the Pillow room zone. He saw all the commotion in front of the door.
"What in Tiamat's name is going on here?!" He shouted. But it sounded closer to a roar than a shout.
He was in a bad and his scythe was hanging on his back, ever threatening.

Dev gave a heavy sigh at the sound of someone yelling in the front room. He put a hand on Allistair's arm, 'You help Hal, I'll go deal with that," he said simply then left them alone.

He walked into the front room wearing nothing but a pair of leather short-shorts that hid nothing from the imagination and his slave collar and glared at the threatening idiot, "Business as usual, is what's going on here. So please stop the tantrum. You're scaring the other slaves," he told him simply, his voice now carrying a feline growl of annoyance.

He couldn't help it. As a WereTiger, he had a few temper issues. And he hadn't had a session with Allistair to help him with calming his beast in a while.

Dev gave a heavy sigh and lead him to her room, "She'll be fine. I promise. Just give her a few days to heal up. Sometimes we can't do anything about what the 'clients' want. And they all seem to have some kind of grudge against her," he explained as he let the man into her room.

He knew it looked pretty bad, but it wasn't that bad. Just alot of bruising and one treated cut on her cheekbone. There wasn't any swelling. She was just rather colorful right now, "We'll try to keep others out of her room until she heals. But there's not alot we can do about it if they insist," he added then looked back at the guard who was still frozen in the hallway, "Well, those with power can do a bit, but they can't be here all the time," he corrected himself and fingered his jaw again.

He frowned when he realized that he was going to bruise too. And the b*****d hadn't even paid for it...

Hal moved into the familiar arms easily, breathing in the comforting scent of Allistair so near. As his dreams shifted, he let out a moan of a different kind and snuggled his head into Allistair's neck.

Shortly after that, he woke up on a soft gasp as he managed to rub one particularly sensitive bruise against Allistair's shoulder and pulled away fast to look at who was holding him, a bit of shock on his face.

Then he realized what he had to look like and moved to put a hand over some of the bruising, "Master... I... I'll get... I'll get you something to drink..." he stammered out, his voice only slightly hoarse.

But when he started to get out of the bed, he paused as a bit of pain moved through him. He was more sore than hurting but it was a bit shocking when it all hit at once.


Meanwhile, Dev left the man with Gypsy once he was sure he wasn't going to hit on her too. He moved into the main room to get himself an ice pack and something for Allistair to drink. He pressed the pack to his face with a pleased sound and carried the drink to Hal's room and offered it to Allistair then frowned at Hal, "Where do you think you're going? Lay back down you little idiot. You're going to be on your back for a few days. Just get used to it," he growled at the human then left them both alone again to go lay down in the main room on one of the couches with the ice pack comfortably against his jaw.