[b]"... B-Better miss ..."[/b]  The slave still seemed apprehensive, but didn't resist the entire time as the bandages were laid back across her various wounds - probably to hide them more than help them really heal.  Perhaps someone normally here would say 'thank you', but for some reason the slave girl didn't.  Whether it was because such an unusual sight terrified her despite its clear benefit to her, she was afraid of being punished for some reason, or she'd simply never learned how to thank someone because kindness was a rare commodity, the girl remained silent and sitting on the ground, eyes downcast submissively.

If Isabella wouldn't say anything for a while, the girl would eventually turn her head upwards, quietly observing the woman in front of her and waiting to be told what to do next.  She had been sent here to check up on the noble (and probably get yelled at by her) but this was ... not what she had been expecting.

Periodically her eyes drifted over to the plate of fruit - mostly still uneaten - and for a short time her tired eyes remained on the bed - but the girl tamed herself and looked downwards again.  [b]"... A-anything y-you need miss ...?"[/b]