She starts preparing spells.

It's still pretty interesting to watch and it's not like there's much else to do.

There really isn't.

She goes off about her day.

At dinner that evening an additional human-sized portion of dinner appears. "Rynaeri fucked off without letting anyone know again?" Niss asks Via.

"Yes miss."

Obviously he's not going to ask whether he can have that.  He's just going to kind of stare at it while he eats his.

She scoops a bit of egg out into her already empty bowl but then gives him the rest.

- Oh, wow.  "Thanks!"  The thing is, he doesn't even feel all that hungry, most of the time.  But he sure did keep staring at it.  And now that it's in front of him, he feels notably happier and not at all like he's too full for it.  So sure, he'll eat the whole thing.  It might even be rude not to accept it.

"You're welcome." Omf egg.

When he's done:  "Um, c - should I?  ...Do you wantamassage."

"Do I want a massage?"

Nod.

"Did I accidentally threaten you - or have you not been eating enough that you're trying to, to respond to getting Rynaeri's dinner -"

"I don't usually feel like I'm not getting enough.  But this was really nice."

"I can tell them to give you extra."

"Okay."

Does that mean -

She seems to consider that this might be a sufficient response to whatever possessed him to make such an offer.

"Does that mean you don't want a massage?"

"I -

- think it sounds really nice, but you realize -

- that's why people have slaves, that kind of thing, they're usually not doing it to be evil on purpose just in case being purple's not enough of an entrez into the Abyss lest they miss the party, they're not doing it because they love buying extra food and clothes to have a status symbol. They're doing it for all those perfectly natural and sympathetic reasons, that they're tired and stressed out and they want somebody who has nowhere else to go and nothing of their own, to do the chores and watch the kids and, sure, give them a massage, because that would square the circle of making life more bearable so nicely, but a servant has somewhere else to go so even if you only pay them what you would've spent on their food if they were yours they can still make it harder, costlier, to tell them what to do, so instead -

"- I don't have anywhere to put you that isn't structually and practically identical to owning you but I don't have to like it and so help me I'm not such a solid pillar of invariant virtue that I couldn't."

He takes the length of a few breaths to process that.

"Couldn't - like it?"

"Yeah-huh."

"...Are you purple?  Did you say?"

"...yeah." She recasts her Light on her cloakpin, close enough to light up her face.

"I'm colorblind.  Tritanopia."  ...That came out as the English word.  Oh well.

"Oh. Well, drow are purple with white hair, by and large."