Janos didn’t at first answer. In fact, he was silent, simply watching her as she reacquainted herself with this missing part of herself. Or so, he felt art to be. You sweat, you bleed, you toil, you pour your very soul into this bit of something - and there it is, this bit of you, on the canvas, the stage, in the song, whatever. The art spoke volumes of who she was, what she felt and thought in the moment it was conceived. And so he watched, a soft smile on his lips as her fingers traced their path, perhaps re-living what she felt in that moment? He couldn’t tell. But as she spoke, as she questioned, he remained silent still, watching as she worked it out in her pretty little mind.
“Well,...” Her choice of words weren’t exactly what he’d expected. Had he really expected anything? It was so hard to know how anyone was going to react, or how they would feel about such a huge life change being thrust upon them. She seemed to know, at least what he’d intended in the moment. “yeah, I guess I did. You weren’t going to survive what that wolf did to you.” His hand moved to her face, the backs of his fingers trailing lovingly the delicate skin. “So much damage,” He recalled how the bone had been crushed, the beautiful lily white skin torn away from the broken body, and the pool of blood, the blood covering them both. He held his hands out in front of his face, turning them, seeing a ghost memory. He smelled them, the bloodscent still strong in his mind, then inhaled the scent of the flesh made whole, the living doll beside him.
He returned from the memory, eyes returning to hers. “How does that make you feel? Knowing I am your Master.” Does this make more sense to you now, my pet?, he asked inside of her mind.