A deep pain and humiliation filled her voice was verified by the emotion leaking through our bond as she made the admission.

"... That sounds like a poor title for you." I told her carefully. "If you wouldn't find it too revulsive, I would have you use a different title."

The restrained she-elf tugged hard, trying to pull away from me. Her frustration and humiliation pulsed in my head.

"What would the point of that be?" She demanded. "You can't change who I am. What I am. I am a slave. Forsaken and cast out of my house."

"But you are welcomed into my house." I countered. "So what you...