The footsteps were as soft as the voices that led up to your cage. Your closed eyes were a sign of exhaustion, frame laying its side and tucked under a tattered blanket. The dim lighting didn't help hide those soft bruises.

A tall man kneeled, careful eyes taking your image to heart. "Exquisite..." his smooth tone made your soft ears twitch. It was hard to remember the last time someone had been gentle to you. "It's a shame, to see a beautiful soul so damaged. To keep a rare treasure hidden."