Firefly Glen now i lay me down to sleep

You are not a servant. Her eyes had hardened into something unfamiliar, her tone becoming authoritative. A moment later, she quieted her offense and forced a smile, continuing with, You are just a loser.

Servitude and servants, two thoughts which made her uncomfortable. She had known many of the class throughout her childhood, and at one point, had been a slave herself. Ying didn't want to share these thoughts, but needed Arcturus to know that these were not things with which she sat lightly.

She looked down at the goose. Most of the feathers had been plucked off, but the meat remained intact. Are you sure you don't want it? Ying asked. She pawed at it once more, as if to tell him that this was his final chance.