The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Nox]

"Maybe they were a slave themselves? Or perhaps they've saved many other slaves before?" Nox hazarded. "Or maybe they're just... kind and gentle. Caring."

[Nathaniel]

"Mistress Coquette was kind and gentle."

[Nox]

"She is," Nox agreed. "She did her best to help all of us."

[Nathaniel]

"And yet... are our conditions any better for it?"

[Nox]

"They were," Nox answered thoughtfully. "For a few years."

[Nathaniel]

"And now they are worse than ever, as if in answer to the good years."

[Nox]

"Everything is a cycle," Nox quoted sadly, head nodding. Before he could continue, the priest moved towards them.

"His wounds are closed and his body reinvigorated. He still has some days left of bedrest, but as long as you continue with tending him as you have so far, he should recover fully. Save perhaps for some scarring," he said without preamble. 

[Nathaniel]

Nathaniel immediately falls silent, bowing his head so as not to be caught staring at his betters. And from there, he seems normal enough -- silent, almost eerily so, with those big dark eyes that see far too much. Only... it's harder to hate him, now. It's harder to see him as an enemy now that they know how he thinks. That he thinks.