Vieira's own head was starting to hurt. She was having a hard time weeding out the voices of Sivaro and the occasional Astaroth in order to focus and she found herself growing weary. Though she made no outward signs of this, having much practice in holding herself awake and active for long periods of time. "No, ma'am," she said quietly but made no other move in the conversation. Of all her owners, Kaena was at least the nicest. She had her moments, she had experienced, but she had a solid roof over her head, she was fed often, and was even in conversation. Though, the conversation was weird to her because of how socially awkward she was but she never denied it, but she was never able to place whether or not she liked conversation or if she liked keeping to herself in her own little world.
"No one ever really talked to me," she went on to add after a moment's thought. Astaroth and Sivaro simply ordered her around. There was very little conversation. An occasional lecture or two, instructions, vile words... anything that would ultimately hurt her. Her eyes closed at the thought and reopened slowly, only to focus on the candle again.
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