He gestured to her body again, "Wru'juh."

She rubbed herself down with the yautja equivalent of soap, though it didn't foam up at all. His eyes never left her, and he kept inching towards the tub. She had to wonder why he would supervise her bath now, why he wanted to make sure she was clean. When he started to remove his own clothes, she just about had a heart attack. She moved away and tried to climb out.

Since he was near the steps and there was a rim to the tub, she was frantically flopping like a fish to try and escape.

There was no ounce of waver in his voice, "ye." Come.

Chest heaving, she sank back into the water.

"Wru'juh."

She sighed, "I am clean."

She tensely gripped the side of the bath a he wadded over to her. His ugly face pressed close, that severed mandible twitching with the rest of them. Though he didn't move very fast, she hadn't seen it coming. His hands gripped her shoulders and pushed her down, under the water. She kicked and thrashed at him, sucking in water with her panic.

After only a second, he lifted her up and set her on the side of the bath. She coughed up water and whimpered, "You tried to drown me..."

"M-di, wash all of yuu."

M-di meant no. Her lungs and throat were still burning though. Amara didn't care what excuse he gave; he almost drowned her. Shaking slightly, she got to her feet. She could feel his gold eyes on her as she quickly dried and dressed.

Before she could leave, he said, "Wru'juh howse."

House, she wanted to correct his pronunciation, but she felt exhausted already. He wasn't even going to let her have a break. Amara wandered around the house, dusting and re-dusting. She'd lived in houses were dusting, mopping, and stocking was never necessary. On this farm though, it seemed he didn't like technology-not even artificial light. Eventually, she stood at the top of the stairs, hesitant to go back down in the dark basement.

Of course, the yautja would appear right behind her, "Get bak to wor-k, pyode amedha."

She cringed at his deep, raspy voice but said, "But I can't see down there. Why don't you turn up the lights?"

He gave her a light shove, "Save en'er'gy."

She wobbled on the top step, then braced her hands on the walls. She didn't understand how she was supposed to clean when she couldn't even see well enough to tell if anything was dirty. She slowly descended the stairs, and headed to the left. The right hallway led to the dungeon. She'd heard strange noises from that direction, so even if she was allowed, she wouldn't have gone over there.

With her stomach rumbling, she began to wipe down anything she ran into in the dark. The orange glow of the lights flickered every so often, making her feel uneasy. Already tense, as soon as she saw something scurrying around on the floor, she bolted. She clipped the corner as she turned, then tried to scramble up the steps in a hurry. She was probably the only human alive that could trip going up the steps.

She let out a pitiful moan as her nose hit the stone steps. Amara held her face as it started to bleed, and almost ran into the yautja in the hallway. She tried to turn her head away to hide her embarrassment. Even in the dark, she felt it was stupid that she tripped. However, Yautjas sense of smell alone though would tell him that she was bleeding.

He grabbed her shirt in his fist and yanked her to face him, "Ou din erde?"

"It was my fault. There was something down there, and I couldn't see, so I tripped."

He slowly let her go, growling with annoyance no doubt. She went to the bathroom to wash off the blood. Amara was glad to find that her nose wasn't broke and the bleeding stopped after a while. Her stomach was complaining, but she got back to her chores. Problem was, she still had to check the kitchens stock and clean in there too.

Before she even got to the kitchen, she could smell the hot, seasoned meat. The yautja stood at the counter, leaning over a full plate of food. She tried to act like she didn't notice. Amara opened the cabinets, and took note of which spices, drinks, and other foods were running low. After that, she cleaned and organized, before finally staring at his empty plate.

There were a few scraps still left on it. Her mouth watered longingly. However, even the thought of stealing food from him scared her. The yautja would likely notice the smallest crumb missing, or smell it on her breath. Amara cleaned his plate, then got the hell out of the kitchen. She went to bed hungry.

In the morning, she jerked awake when she heard the door, and ended up bashing the back of her head against the stone wall behind her. She winced and held her head as he loomed above her. Since there were no windows and the lights were always kept dim, she never knew what time it was. She eyed the yautja, finding that he was dressed in armor. Apparently, it was hunting time.

She stood and followed him out to the ship. There was light at the horizon, but the sun wasn't even up yet. Thigh he offered his lap again, she prefered the trunk. She yawned as she climbed inside. For the short ride there, she fell back asleep.

His claws digging into her side was her wake-up call. Amara squirmed and shrieked before bouncing out of the trunk. He grunted at her and she looked down at the scratches. They weren't deep, and her squirming probably made them worse. Still, he didn't have to be so damn rude.

They walked for a time, her eyelids closing on and off, before he finally said, "Ab'we, y-i."

Amara practically collapsed, feeling overly hungry, thirsty, and tired.