Used to be a mercenary. Jaiha looked at him, taking in the whole image again. A mercenary turned volunteer Colosseum fighter. Turned Jaiha's master. Housemate. Something. Bright eyes flicked down to the scar on his arm and she reached out gently to trace it with her fingertips, though she pulled her had back before she made contact.
The warm smile caught her by surprise and she smiled back, though it quickly fell when he stood up. He was leaving? Jaiha opened her mouth to tell him not to go. If she was being sold tomorrow and she was a useless Colosseum fighter now. A slow look towards the door but she simply nodded. "Alright... I... I'll see you tomorrow." Maybe even in one piece.
A deep breath and she laid back down on the bed, her stomach pressed to the sheets and her tail carefully off to the side so it didn't jostle. Tomorrow. Juras would still fight, she was sure, and she'd do her best once her tail grew back.
Or maybe...
Jaiha entertained various ideas while she waited for tomorrow, until finally she dozed off. Only to be woken up by rough hands on her arms, pulling her up. Alarmed she lashed out with her tail... For it to thump uselessly and painfully against a barrel chested guard. "No. Where are you taking me?" She cried, fingers out, claws ready. It didn't matter that her tail hurt, she smacked at the guards with it.
They just laughed. "We're getting at least one good use out of you," Then she was dragged down to the holding cells, thrown in with one lucky man.
or unlucky. "If you don't let me out of here I will kill him," Jaiha yelled, smashing at the bars of the cell, snarling. They just laughed, "You have an hour until your new master is supposed to show up! Have fun!"
And that's how Juras would find her, claws out, teeth bared with a poor frightened man about her size sitting in the corner giving her a look and mumbling something about not wanting to be eaten.