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Brynn was on her feet immediately when the door whooshed open. Thankfully she had been informed about her master's return to the Finalizer. The tall dark figure marched in, his every step telling her that he was in a bad mood. That wasn't anything new, his mood was rarely good. Silently she hurried to him and removed his cloak.
Dirt and blood stains. He had been away for three days, "fixing a problem" for the Supreme Leader. That was all he had said and she certainly hadn't asked any questions. He removed his helmet before allowing her to take off his gloves. They needed to be cleaned as well. His dark eyes glanced at her gloomily; she could tell that he was tired.
"Undress me," he ordered impatiently.
She always waited for his order before doing that, knowing that sometimes he wanted to do it himself. Quickly and efficiently she removed the outer layer of his black clothes. She had to push up on her toes as she pulled his shirt over his head; he was much taller than her. The first thing she noticed was the wound on his stomach. As far as she could tell, it wasn't very deep, but it was still bleeding.
Instead of removing his pants, she led him to the couch and fetched the first aid kit. She knew better than to suggest him to summon a medic or a medical droid. He hated medical droids and being treated by medics who were afraid to even touch him. She wasn't afraid, no matter how many times he snapped at her.
"Watch it," he snarled as she began cleaning the wound.
"Apologies, master," she replied calmly. As feared as he was, sometimes he acted like a child.
He gave her a glare, perhaps sensing her thoughts. She didn't know if he looked inside her mind or not, they had never talked about it. At least he had never punished her for thinking something disrespectful. Not that she did very often, she had no reason to. He wasn't a bad master, at least comparing to her previous master.
He wasn't violent toward her or humiliated her for his amusement. That was strange, considering his reputation. When she had been given to him, she had prepared herself for the worst. Being alone with him in his quarters for the first time had been a strange experience. She hadn't known was he even a human, not before he had removed his helmet. The last thing she had expected was the face that looked so…normal.
He had been very annoyed though, unsure of what he was supposed to do with her. Thankfully she had known how to be useful and learned quickly to stay out of his way. His explosive temper had scared her at first, but he had never taken his anger out on her. All she had to do was stay out of his sight and clean the mess afterwards. His whole quarters were clean, as always when he returned, but she didn't expect him to notice that. She finished cleaning the wound and covered it with a sterile bandage after reaching the conclusion that he wouldn't need stitches.
"I prepared a bath for you," she stated.
"Hmm," he grunted and headed to the fresher.
She contacted the kitchen and ordered a meal for him before getting started with his helmet, gloves and boots. He usually took a long bath after returning from a mission, so she estimated that she had time to get everything clean before he would be finished. She was right and thankfully his meal had arrived when he exited the fresher. He was wearing a clean pair of black pants and a black shirt she had left in the fresher for him.
He marched straight to the table and took a seat. While he ate, she washed his cloak. His clothes were never sent to the laundry room, she washed them. The washing machine was fast and efficient; his cloak was as good as new after few minutes.
"Brynn?" he called.
"Yes, master?"
"Have you eaten?" he huffed carelessly without looking at her.
"Yes, I have."
"Hmm."
He finished his meal and stood up. After he had settled on the couch, she cleared the table and took the dishes into the corridor outside his quarters. A droid would pick them up from there.
"How were things while I was away?" he asked, his tone of voice as careless as always.
"Fine," she replied.
"Anything I should know about?"
"No, master."
She most certainly wasn't going to complain to him about couple of junior officers who had treated her like she would be completely worthless. That wasn't anything new to her, she had been treated like that her whole life. Not that her master would even care anyway. She noticed him tensing and moved closer.
"Would you like me to massage your neck, master?"
"Sure," he murmured gloomily.
His muscles really were tense, but she knew how to relax them. Her mother had been a prostitute; she had taught Brynn how to give a relaxing massage.
"That's enough for now," he stated after a while. "Sit. On the couch," he added after she had been about to sit on the floor.
They were both quiet for a long while, his eyes were closed and she guessed that he was meditating. She on the other hand hadn't got used to just sit without doing anything. Not that she minded a break, she was tired. Finally he opened his eyes and glanced at her.
"You can go to sleep."
She nodded gratefully.
"Thank you, master."
"Hmm."
She had her own little nook in his quarters, he never came in there. It was the only place that belonged just to her. She had a bed, a small bedside table and a closet for her clothes and belongings. Not that she had many belongings, only a couple of books he had given to her. He had said that they had been given to him and he had been about to throw them away. They weren't a gift.
She was still grateful, she had always loved books. These ones were particularly interesting; they were about old myths and legends across the galaxy. She had read both of them several times. Quickly she undressed and wore her nightgown. Thankfully she would get some sleep now.
She was just about to fall asleep when she felt something. Like someone would have caressed her cheek. Her eyes flew open immediately and quickly she looked around in panic. She couldn't see anyone. It had been just a dream or something. She huffed at her own stupidity and went back to sleep.