The woman didn't know what to say or do at the knife Kaena was using. She said nothing about it, could not bring herself to bring it up. She had no idea how Kaena could have gotten the knife but just seeing it struck nerves she never wanted to feel. How much pain Astaroth put her throat, what he did to her on a daily basis. The simply memory of that knife was enough to mess with her mind. Vieira put her hand to her eyes and brushed the tears away, only dampening the fur around her sockets but they would dry soon with the heat of the fire.
When she blocked her memories, Vieira rested her hands on her knees and leaned back. She couldn't look at the knife anymore and instead looked at the fish in the pan. She was hungry but something kept her from eating; lack of permission. She knew Kaena was new to owning a slave but her mind was not on that mistake. She had been nice most of the day, given her space and lack of things to do, and she knew this might be a mistake. Perhaps the woman simply forgot to give her permission to eat. Astaroth had always made her wait until he was done and only then could she eat what was left over, if anything at all. Vieira hoped Kaena did not have this idea in mind.
"Thank you, ma'am," she said, considering bringing up the idea of herbs that were missing but she didn't. Perhaps later when she was not overly emotional about the item Kaena was holding.