Ankyra Sound And What if I Fly? (Trigger Warning)

She's surprised how quickly he plops down in front of her, and it dawns on her sickeningly that he expects her to serve him. She chews the comphrey root silently, avoiding his piercing gaze before spitting the pulpy mess onto a leaf. 
She scoops it, pressing it roughly into the wound, no gentleness or kindness in the gesture. Why should she? Yes she was trying to appease him to preserve her own life but she felt no inclination to give him even the slightest humane treatment. As she worked, she finally grew uncomfortable in the silence. 
"Do you plan to let me go, eventually? I have duties...pups to attend to...a student to train. Please...I won't tell them about you.. they won't come looking for you I promise...." Her voice wavered but she was too exhausted to cry anymore.