"Then why didn't you say something sooner?" he asked quietly, wiping his eyes roughly. He hated that he was feeling so emotional about this. He was a slave after all and slaves occasionally got punished. It was a fact of the life. "I was scared all this week...you were so angry...I thought you were going to send me back." He was stumbling over his words and probably sounding like a complete idiot.
He heard Mir enter his room, could see him out of the corner of his eye. His master was so close and he breathed in the scent he had missed so much. His fingers ached to reach out and touch the werewolf but he didn't move. He heard Mir mention his mother and his heart ached for his master. He could understand why the instrument would be so special to him. The boy knew that if he had something similar he could connect to his own mother, he would cherish it just as much.
"I remember," he whispered softly, biting on his lip. He had felt so happy the rest of that day, as if he were lighter than air. That was why Sunday had crushed him. He had spent his time in his little prison, wondering if Mir had meant those words, had meant it when he said Emrys would be his and no one else's. Finally he lifted his head, his glasz eyes locking with Mirs own blue grey ones.