Spinning around, she stood there, arms crossed over her heaving chest, her foot tapping out an angry rhythm on the stone floor. "You can't do things for yourself anymore, McGregor," she hissed at him. "Can't you see that?" "I can't see anything," came the soft reply. "Will you stop it!" she yelled. "This isn't funny!" There was a faint sigh. "Do you see me laughing, Lady?" Chaim's lips twitched but he knew he'd damned well better not let his mistress see that he found the situation amusing. His cheek was still bruised from her last attack on him. "What am I going to do with you, McGregor?" Sybelle sneered from between clenched jaws. "Why don't you," Conar asked as Kanan and Chaim helped him to his feet, "try tying a bell around my neck so you can keep tabs on me?" Kanan glanced at Chaim and smiled. At least their guest had not lost his sense of humor along with his sight. "Get him back to his room!" Sybelle ordered the men, furious at the entire male gender. "And chain his ankle again until he learns not to go wandering off down stairwells!" "That's not necessary," Conar told her with as much dignity as he could muster.
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