Lia shifted a bit as she glanced up to see the Lord standing in her room. Her eyes were a bit big as if she were startled, but her face soon softened as she recognized the man standing in her room. It was odd to see him with some sort of care in regards to her well being. He was fickle with his temperament. "It was... different," she said as she shifted a bit to sit up in the bed with the book marked on the page she was on as she slid it onto the nightstand. Her hair was ruffled from laying down as it rested against her, still a bit damp from her bath. "You weren't kidding... It was a lot of sticking with needles," she replied as she rubbed the side of her hip a little; one of the places that she stabbed her more prominently. "The dress is nice... But I still didn't like getting poked with needles."
She slid over a bit in her bed to allow him to join her should he wish to. She didn't know if he would or if he'd return to his bed this time. They were in a weird place in terms of what their relationship was. Did they even have anything? They weren't friends, not really 'business' partners per say, not lovers... They had slept together but she was also his prisoner... Yet he was planning on taking her on a date. It all was too confusing. "I'm alright... just a bit sore...."
She slid over a bit in her bed to allow him to join her should he wish to. She didn't know if he would or if he'd return to his bed this time. They were in a weird place in terms of what their relationship was. Did they even have anything? They weren't friends, not really 'business' partners per say, not lovers... They had slept together but she was also his prisoner... Yet he was planning on taking her on a date. It all was too confusing. "I'm alright... just a bit sore...."
