Re: Holding Pens - Grace (for Carrick!)
Grace turned her eyes upward to look directly at him the moment he gave her his permission. He had an intense presence that could be felt even before she'd allowed herself to look at him, and he had no less a presence now that she could really see him. She didn't shrink or falter, however. It wasn't in her nature, and she hoped that he'd not have cause to make her if she behaved herself appropriately.
"Forgive me, my lord. I thought it best to be safe so as not to offend," she answered him, extending her wrist to him without hesitation. She'd been fed from before at the mercy of a particularly ravenous master, so there was little fear she presented her hand to him. He could sample all he liked. If it would help to convince him to give her a home, she would be willing to bleed and then much more. "I will not worry about such things. I am in your hands."