Andrew approached her cautiously, but she wasn't faking. Carefully checking for blood he was relieved he hadn't killed another person. She was going to have an awful headache when she woke up though.

What to do with her so she wouldn't kill him when she did wake up he mused. He considered the dungeon. He very seriously considered the dungeon, but she would probably know how to get out of chains and barred doors. Especially left unsupervised, which was after all the point of having a dungeon to forget people in. 

He could throw her over the back of a horse and leave her in the village. He did need to get matches. But she'd just be back. He couldn't leave, traveling had been far too dangerous for an abomination, it was a miracle he'd made it home after he'd been cursed.

Taking hold of both her hands he pulled her across the floor to the parlor. He was glad she didn't hear all his groaning and staining as he picked her up and set her on the couch. What a weakling he was.

He was good at tying strong knots. He had cord and tied her wrists together behind her. He tied her ankles together. And that loop was leashedto the leg of the couch for good measure.

He wouldn't leave her unsupervised, but dozed off in a chair nearby.