The Master continued his look of confused hurt at Yorda, gracious and angelic in her actions and appearance. Everything about her was gentle and it was exhaustive for The Master, one who could forever sustain himself on others' pain and cynicism and grief. Yorda was one of the few he could ever imagine in the entire universe being so selfless on a whim. She was doing this for The Master, and although he was used to servants and submissive wives, he wasn't used to someone willing to help on a first impression with no expectation of anything in return.

"Why?" he had to ask.