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She remained in her hunkered and submissive position, but at last spoke. Thatch was surprised to hear the words sir, directed towards him. He'd always kind of just been, 'kid' or 'you there useless'. It felt nice to have some power at last. He grinned at her, trying to make her feel comfortable, which wasn't something he did often.

She seemed timid, very frightened at his movements. She must've been abused at some point, or hurt. Maybe she's been a slave. As cruel as Thatch could be, that wasn't how he rolled. He bowed his head slightly, showing that he would mean her no harm, then spoke. So, you have a name? He watched intently, his golden eyes focused on her.