Verity watched as he cringed about the dungeon. "Oh! No, sir. I'm not sleeping there. I have my own room and bathroom," she told him, not sure why she was defending Rabastan. "There is just-" she stopped looked at him. "Mr. Ollivander, do you know much about the current laws?" her tone was uncertain and but her eyes met his with confidence.
When he stopped the pressure to visit Mungo's she relaxed a little. She'd been through plenty in the past year and while she didn't remember, she doubted she'd been to the hospital with Lucas. "Mr. Ollivander, I don't mind doing my job," she insisted as he led her through the shop. When she was confronted with his bed she tensed again. You can trust him she promised herself but her body didn't relax easily.
"No, I'm not hungry," she told him honestly. "Tea would be nice, but I can get it if you just let me know." While Verity was never self-depricating before the war, something about the word slave had begun to sink in to her. What was the point in fighting anymore? It had been nearly two years and there was no one fighting on her behalf- they were attacking her instead.