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Fear, that was the theme of the music that backed the scene. It coarsed through the audience creating gasps just as the fair lady showed her performance of said emotion, how interesting. She did not react like the rest, even though in the script it had said Fear with a capital F. Even though this feeling gripped her, did hell of her heart rate, she waa obedient. A trait that those with domesticated blood had burned into their bones, she took the medicine like a good little girl. 

The kitten had his lines to say, confusion filling his tone and Dove did not follow her own papers, another frustrating growl by the director. She was suppose to explain that this was to help the woman calm, and take pain away but that was tedious instead.. "Kitten.." She spoke softly. Looking at him with a smile in her eyes, shaking her head before turning back to the one called Sasha. 

She grabbled a few herbs, one to help the blood flow slow and another for infections. She put them in the now empty bowl before dipping cobwebs in the mixture, she drew closer to the star of the play before looking to the kitten. A sign to make sure she did not back up, it was then she packed this mixture into the wound at her chest. She plugged the hole, a quick fix that would need to be replaced within a few hours. Her head tilted at the pretty little thing, had the medicine started to effect her? Oh, she was so curious but she could not say so. Mustn't worry her dear kitten lord.