If she called [i]I[/i] would remove the blindfold. It was strange for me to see someone offering to give up control. I'd been spent too long dreaming of nothing but having the power to make those choices for myself. Long enough to grown sick of being the dancing doll, dressed for my master's entertainment. I knew what it felt like to not even be able to choose the shoes you wore. To let another person decide when you could see? The concept was foreign to me.

And yet he seemed genuinely disappointed, and for some reason I felt a bit guilty. It wasn't as if it would inconvenience [i]me[/i].

"And if not just for my consideration, then why?"

[i]Why does it seem like you've already decided to trust me? [/i]I wondered, without speaking the words. It made no sense. Had I not been forced to concentrate on the healing I might have tried to skim him mind. Perhaps later, when his attention was elsewhere.