She shuttered at the thought. Eyeing him gravely, she straightened. “In which case, I would take my own life. But that’s only hypothetical; and it’s better than the alternative.”
"I wouldn't be killed." Sable told her. "I'd be kept alive so they could rub it in my face. I COULD recover and win you back. But that would only be if you'd put up with the torture, which is something I doubt."
Lynn smiled, “You know me so well. I’m glad you would live, but I would cut my losses pretty quickly. Somehow, being a tool in male pleasure doesn’t appeal to me.”
Sable grimaced. "There's always a chance a female will take interest..." He mumbled quietly before stuffing some food in his mouth.
She shook her head, “If you’re trying to make it sound even remotely tolerable, you sir, are failing.”
Sable shook his head. "I was trying to make the male part look better. Because a female would be much worse on you. A male would kill you sooner." He shrugged. "We should change the subject from this."
Taking another bite, she nodded silently. “That would be wise,” she proclaimed, “but I’m at a loss as to what subject we should change to.”
"Then finish eating." Sable followed his own advice, eating quickly before starting to clean up the mess.
Clearly not having anything better to do, Lynn did as she was told. Upon consuming all her food she said, “Here, let me.” She had her plate and held her hand out for his.
Sable frowned. "I'm not totally familiar with human ways...but if you have a guest, you don't make them clean..."
Lynn returned his frown. “Maybe so, but I will probably be here for a while. I might as well have something to do.”
Sable hesitated but gave her his plate. "I hope you don't mind, but I'll be going to sleep early this evening so I can get up and hunt earlier than everyone else."
“Not at all,” she said, happily walking to the sink to wash the two plates. “It is your house, after all. You can do whatever you want,” she mused.
Sable nodded. "I'll set out some blankets for you. It gets cold here at night. If you need anything, don't hesitate to knock on my door."
As she finished scrubbing and drying the plates, she returned them to where Sable had originally retrieved them. “I will, thank you.” She was thankful to get blankets—even the thought of low temperatures made her shiver.
Sable got a pair of blankets and set them on the couch. One was made of black fur, and the other seemed cotton.
Lynn had never seen an actual real fur blanket before—just those synthetic, rough ones at the woodsy stores. It looked warm, at least. She thanked him again and curled up on the couch, fitting snugly into a blanket cocoon.
"Goodnight." Sable told her, turning off the light before going into his room and shutting the door. He went straight to bed.
“Goodnight,” she murmured. Due to all the excitement the day had provided, it didn’t take long for Lynn to fall asleep. It was unnatural to her normal instinct; usually she would never be able to sleep in an unfamiliar place.
The next morning, Sable got up and scribled out a note saying he was going hunting and be back by noon. However, he wasn't sure if humans and his kind had the same language in writing. He left just as the sun started to rise.