"Y-Your servant?" You were suddenly very suspicious, and a bit fearful of this fox. Being held against your will, especially to serve her, sounded far from appealing.
The Braixen, for her part, seems to sense your discontent with the situation and tilts her head, frowning lightly. "Yes. I can hardly allow you to run off and get hurt out on your own, but I also don't want you... well... freeloading. You'll earn your keep by doing small tasks for me. A very good deal for your part I'd say, seeing as what I'll be getting is relatively minor benefits and you'll be getting food, shelter, and safety all guaranteed."
"R-Right, but I'm still hoping to get things back to normal. Or as close to it as possible."
The Braixen, apparetly your new... owner? master? gives you a sad look. "I don't think that's very likely, frankly. But at least give it a chance. You may enjoy this life."
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