When Theoden slowed down, so did her. Mikhail watched the elf nearly fall over nothing as he throttled back the pace they were traveling - and watching how red the giant turned.
"From my master, he is some nobleman from outside of Ketra. He liked collecting things he thought interesting, that included people. I hated him, but not any more than I hated any of my other masters before him. They're all basically the same. We aren't people to them, we're objects, toys, trinkets. Things to be used, broken, then tossed aside when they grow bored or we are no longer useful." He scowled and rubbed at his eyes angrily. The sunlight was heavily filtered through the trees, but even the mild day light was annoying. Also he wanted to scrub away unshed tears before they could incriminate him.