Vieira lingered outside the cave entrance for a few seconds. She was in awe at Snake's kindness (and coming down from a temporary fear he'd been tattling on her) and held the small box of Legos (perhaps a count of 50 or more) in one of her hands. The lid was still open and her caramel eyes were staring as if she were trying to dissect the situation. Her mind jerked her to attention, however, and she picked up the blankets and extra matches before she swept inside.

"Miss Kaena," she called and looked around the cave until she found the woman, her gaze watching her hands and then glanced away. Slowly, she set the blankets down and picked the matches up before putting them in the satchel with the rest. There were about five blankets, not excessively large but enough, and she did not expect to have any extra for herself. She had gone for Kaena, after all. Vieira diligently untangled herself from the bag over her shoulders, gripping the shoulder and waited for instruction in order to begin showing the woman what she brought.

Kaena was strangely quiet and it gave Vieira a chill in her spine as she watched the form up ahead in the cave. Something seemed off but she did not comment or make mention she might have noticed anything. The woman did not want to spark any sort of unwanted action that would make anything go wrong and so as she set the bag on the ground near the back where her bed was, she knelt and began fumbling inside it. Vieira unlatched it slowly and opened, peering inside and tried to decide what to bring out fire. Her hands swept to the blanket and she pulled the matches off and set them neatly in front of her. Her hands grabbed the handful she shoved in her back and put them out too.

The candles were next, they made the most sense, and she sat them by the matches, lining them up neatly as if they were inspected for organization. They were not obscenely large but they would do the job of lighting the place up easily and perhaps bring a ounce of warmth if enough were lit. "I found some dried herbs, too... for cooking," she said quietly and pulled the containers out and set them on the cold cave floor as well as the packs of seeds. She didn't know whether or not the seeds would be of any use or if they were too old to plant. "And I was wondering if it was okay, in the spring, to start a garden nearby so I—we could have them on hand," she said and her eyes found the woman's feet awkwardly.

After the rest was set out on the cave floor, Vieira put her hand back inside where the chain and leash were still located. The chain was faded in color but not quite rusted and the collar was still in good shape, just a little dusty. Her hand quivered as she hovered above it, still having been obliviously to the joke of yesterday, and she pulled them out and tried to make as little sound as possible. They softly clang together and she bunched it up on the cave floor, opposite the blankets.

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.

Vieira leaned forward with her new instructions and held the blankets by her kneeling form. "Thank you, miss Kaena" she said quietly and she pulled them close and to her side, opposite of the chain and collar. The slave wondered what to do with them now as Kaena took her blankets and left everything else at her disposal. Her eyes turned and she looked at the candles and matches. The woman reached forward and began to straighten them out, set them neatly by each other in order to make them look nice before she put them in a proper place.

"What would you like me to do with the rest?" she asked and found it was the safest thing for all of them. It was not directed on the chain and collar and instead everything else as a whole. She would have to find a place to store them and the woman did not want to put them where they did not belong or where Kaena would not want them.

Kaena only spoke of the blankets, candles, and matches and then the rest somewhere else. Her jaw tightened and she moved to grab two blankets from the other pile and stood, putting the candles and matches on top of the blankets and folding them inside so when she handed it over, it would not go anywhere. Her body was straightened and she easily handed the items Kaena requested over before she stepped back and busied herself with the rest of the tasks. The extra blankets she folded into smaller squares so they would be neater and easily accessible.

Vieira turned and picked up the small jars of dried herbs and the seed packets, holding them and the blankets as she moved to the ground and neatly stacked everything in place and lined up nicely so she knew exactly what the were. The seeds she did select were put behind the respected herb and she frowned because she did not have them all.

The woman turned back around empty handed and moved awkwardly toward the chain and collar. It was evident she was tense and she did her best to not look at her owner as she picked them up. She attempted to pick them up silently but they clang together until her second hand reached them and gripped them in order to silence it. It did little as she began to back up in order to put them on the shelf as well.

Her luck only went so far while trying to keep the clanging to a minimum. Her entire body froze when Kaena began to speak, ready for instruction, but in this moment she wished she had gotten the joke beforehand and not brought them all together. Her eyes sized the items in her hand and she did her best to stifle the frustrated sigh and only let out a slow breath. Her thin fingers separated the items and she lowered to the ground to drop the chain close to the cave wall. Her back was to Kaena for the moment as she looked at the collar, trying to figure out how it worked with hoops on both ends. They would not go through one another and slowly, she tried to pull the links through the hole in order to form an actually collar.

The result was in her favor and she lifted it, spread, and over her muzzle and head, dropping it across her neck. The metal was cold and she felt it through the fur of her neck. She lingered faced away from the woman for a moment longer before her hands dropped to her side and she faced the woman, defeat in her posture as she stared at the ground that met Kaena's feet. She thought of Eris and her neglect, leaving her chained outside for too long without care. It had been rough and part of her could not imagine this woman doing the same but her expectations were always cut short when she became too comfortable.

There was a lingering silence after she had turned around and stood there. She felt she had no direction and could not tell what Kaena was doing. Her jaw was tight the entire time, tense, and her hands were balled up in awkward fists. She had nothing else to do with them. Vieira did not know what to do as she stood there, she had no idea how to "model." Being sexy was not necessarily a requirement with her former owners. She didn't have to do anything to spark their desire to do what they wanted. Occasionally she was molded to fit situations but it rarely stuck and it showed as she stood, still as ever, and waited.

It suits you. Vieira mentally scoffed at the words but her outer appearance did not change. Of course it suited her. She was a slave and this was nothing she was used to. Her first two owners had not done this to her but Eris had and she quickly realized and learned what these sort of things were used for. She could not remember who told her but she remembered the information and it stuck with her. It was simply a matter of ownership and Vieira knew nothing else because outside her owner, everything was meaningless.