It was odd to her that he wasn't eating the way she was accustomed to, but she wasn't going to dictate the way he ate unless he was messy or outright rude and embarrassing, which he was not. The sound of the door opening caught her attention, though, and she quickly turned to watch the maid reenter. The nurse was along with her, much to Georgiana's dismay. "Hello, Sir," she offered him, apparently unaware of his station or why he was in her employer's home. Gossip of the man in chains wasn't traveling fast enough for Georgiana's taste.
"There's no need to address him that way," she corrected her with soft words but a forced, angry smile upon her lips. "I own him now, so there is no reason for formalities. I didn't expect you to know so soon, though. This was very much a surprise for me today. Samuel is so very kind and thoughtful." The maid bowed her head and the nurse, who quickly realized her mistake and the offense Georgiana had taken, mumbled a quick apology and they hurried along towards the bed. There they began to prepare bandages to start their work as soon he was done eating.
Georgiana quickly settled, her tension melting away as she watched the women in silence. Just as she was getting used to the quiet, though, her eye twitched as she heard muffled steps thundering up the stairs and her sister hollering. "I didn't mean it that way! She's fine, Sam! It's not that, really!" Poor Natasha unfortunately had no idea where her sister had gone off to or what she really might be up to.
"What am I supposed to think when you say that?! Is she even safe?! Have you even gone to check on her once?!" The door to her room on the floor below was slammed and there was running up and down the hall and more doors slamming shut before Sam finally thought to check the next floor. Georgiana wasn't pleased with him at all, especially with the way he was yelling at her baby sister. She moved away without a word to meet them at the door.
Once Sam finally caught sight of his fiance he froze and fell silent save for his labored breathing. His worried eyes raked over her and, once he was satisfied, he shot a glare to the slave anyway. "She...said you'd gone upstairs with him by yourself," he complained in a much more normal tone, as if that would excuse his behavior. Stepping inside the slowly crowding room to make way for her sister, Sam pulled the newly fashioned collar and its matching leash from his coat and handed it over to Georgiana. Natasha eyed the pair's awkwardness with interest before moving further into the room to wait for Sam to leave. She was happy to see that the Maoin was now free of the chains he'd walked in with.
Sam pulled a small key from his pocket and placed it in Georgiana's hand. "See if it fits him. If not, I'll get something else for you."
"Thank you, Sam. This should be fine for him. I'll...join you for dinner in a little while if you'd like to stay and wait for me downstairs."
"Are you sure?" He glanced to the slave worriedly despite the three other women in the room with them.
"Yes," she answered simply, already distracted and fiddling with the lock and key to ensure they functioned properly together.
"Very well." He paused, hesitant to leave despite her obvious mood. "I can't just wait outside?"
"Wait downstairs or go home. I do not care which you choose. It is no matter to me, Sam." The man hung his head at this, disappointed with her answer though he accepted it with a nod and quietly left without causing any more of a scene than he already had. The moment his footsteps could no longer be heard Natasha was sent into a fit of giggles while Georgiana shot her a look of annoyance.
"Why would you say something like that, Natasha?" she pleaded.
"It was fun. He's very insecure."
"And you knew that already. Why make it worse?"
"To watch you squirm. I was being honest anyway." She only giggled more, though, the more she thought about the trouble she'd caused for her sister.