Naturally. But sometimes I don't have the energy to keep my men in line, especially when the result is harmless.

[There's a tinge of something that hits Mindfang, but she doesn't press on it. She cannot let her curiosity get the best of her though it is her best and worst trait. It's not like she deserved a detailed explanation but she expected one. That comes from the sort of relationship they had. Mistress and slave.

But even so. . .]

I have to admit that seeing a familiar face makes it easier to adjust to such a strange place. [Idly, she flips open the new journal, and decides to multitask by writing her first entry here while talking.] It seems fate granted me a second chance with this. As it were, as long as I am here, I need't worry of my death by the hands of someone I love.

[Making conversation with someone you don't have the best relationship with is much harder than she expected it to be. Mindfang had too much pride to say what she really wanted; she's glad Dolorosa is here and unharmed. Hell, even if she has no right to her as property she can still see her, no?]