The younger woman felt a little pride inside her that she had done well, that Kaena was looking forward to the next time she cooked. In a way, so was she, and she was even excited to try her hand at gardening thought right now was not a time to find a place to start because she had other things to go over. Her hands felt weak while they held the chain and she could not put them down fast enough. Her eyes focused on them in anticipation, wondering if the woman would use them right away or save them for later. She imagined she would wear the collar at all times and the embarrassment from a pack that was not accustomed to a slave would be difficult to bear. The only thing that was good was that it looked more like an old boyish necklace rather than an actual dog collar.
However, Kaena laughed and her eyes glanced upward. Vieira did not break a smile, finding it cruel to laugh at her misfortune. At least, she decided, the woman got a laugh and was overall happy. Except something was wrong and Kaena was joking? The amount of emotions Vieira went through in such a short span of time was enough to make her heart race. Even if she was joking, she was going to use it but changed her mind a minute later. Her ears fell back against her head and she closed her eyes, looking at the ground in emotional frustration and tried to find a good place for her to settle. Vieira could not tell whether or not she was going to use it at all and so she remained silent.
Vieira heaved a long breath of relief when her praise was given and the only thing she found herself doing was thumping her tail on the ground and her fingers lacing together in her lap.