With Adeline gone, Xanthe kept to herself. Most of the other Dresmondi servants didn't care for her much anyway, so she stayed out of their way and let them serve the Eldouir that were still in the castle. Xanthe didn't know who all had left, exactly, just that Hiram had spoken of going back to their homeland and that Adeline had gone with him. Probably those other two that had been so excited at the table as well - the one who looked very similar to Hiram, and the creepy one with too many arms.

She'd managed to barter with one of the soldiers who were allowed to hunt and received a few nice hare hides from them. It wasn't much, but it was something to work on, something to keep her mind and hands busy. She was just outside the castle-like building, listening to the sounds of grunts and yelps of pain as the soldiers trained and as she stretched and cleaned the hides. Savi sat a foot or so away, his tail curled around his feet, eyes wandering the grounds and keep an eye out for anyone approaching. "What will you make with them?" He asked.

"I don't know," she said out loud, since no one was nearby. "Not much can be made out of just these. Maybe some new shoes. I'll need them come Hiems." With the hides stretched in the sun, she began to run a simple wooden comb through the fur to get it free of any debris. Savi's ears twitched and his long nose pointed upward, sniffing at the air.

"Up, Xanthe. Up." The urgency in his voice had her pushing herself to her feet just as Hiram came into view, and though she was not doing anything wrong, she felt like a child caught in the act of stealing treats.

"You're back --" is all that sputtered out of her mouth as she clutched the furs and comb to her chest.

She fought back the urge to step back and away from him as he stormed up, looking mildly pleased with himself for some odd reason. The sudden onset of some strange feeling inside of her reminded her of what he had done to her in his room on the night of tribute. It didn't hurt, and if she were more relaxed and less terrified of him and what he could do, it might have been pleasant. Instead, it was uncomfortable. There was a disconnect between what the body could enjoy and what the mind would accept, and she fought the feeling, only noticing the strange movement of the blood on the ground when Savi swayed against her leg.

Eyes filled with worry over her dyr. If Hiram wanted to play his little games with her, so be it, but there was no reason for him to do it to Savi as well. She knelt down, letting the maned wolf rest against her but her eyes snapped back up when he told her to pack her stuff.

She looked back at the now drying hides. If she was gone more than a few days, they'd be ruined. What a waste. She merely nodded. There was nothing to be done about it now. "Alright," she said, standing back up. "It won't take long." She didn't have a lot to 'pack' anyway. Are you alright? Can you make it to the room? She asked Savi. The dyr looked up at her, a feeling of agreement passing between the two. With nothing more to say, she collected her tools and the furs and began toward her room.