"Thank you."

It's lovely music, she appreciates it very much.

After a while, she is up to thinking coherent thoughts instead of the thought shaped equivalent of sludge. She - thinks of Tarakova, and how easily he broke her bones. That was - definitely pretty hot. Terrifying, but hot. In a casual display of power kind of way. Navethae doesn't actually enjoy being in that much pain, precisely. She likes - she likes overcoming that much pain, doing something complicated and intensive despite it. Not quitting until she's finished even though the interim sucks. Displaying her own kind of power, she supposes.

But it would also be much more convenient if she were actually into being in that much pain.

"..... Hey, um," she says, moving to sit up. "Valley. Can you bring me some, er. Knives."

A nice wooden box with four carved wooden legs climbs in the window and deposits itself on her bed.

"Thank you."

She opens the box and picks out the knife she likes the best (an exquisitely balanced and delicate-looking thing with a deep blood red handle and gorgeous golden etchings on the pommel) and takes it and its sheath with her.

"Can I also get a door to a place I can bleed all over with impunity?"

Door!

Where is the mythical location that she can bleed all over with impunity?

It's a room. It's round. It has a polished stone floor and some sturdy wooden chairs.

Cool.

She starts working on getting herself sufficient masochism. This involves slicing herself open. She has some already, otherwise she might be less casual about this, but she wants to have the option available to her if she turns out to want to be that kinky. It's just a matter of watching her own reaction to this and figuring out how to make it bloom.

The room is here to help!

She is so glad to have it.

Eventually she has something that she thinks does - something to the effect of what she aimed for. Maybe not all of the way there, she can't precisely know without testing it out. Which is - well, difficult to do. She could go get Tarakova, but also she kind of doesn't want to have any more bones broken right now, even if she might enjoy it. Besides, if she does enjoy it, she might enjoy it too much, and she and Tarakova might get carried away, and, well. He's twelve feet tall. He can demonstrably snap her bones with ease. She should not get carried away with him before she has something that can definitely keep her alive if she does.

So instead of pushing it, she asks for a nice place to picnic and goes to have a nice picnic.

Here is a lovely field of wildflowers and a small flock of tiny picnic baskets!