She knows how it feels, stuck under someone’s thumb, every move you make scrutinizes to the fullest extent possible. Their lives haven’t been so different, and now they really were the same all the time.

Once she’s done, she works at putting all the supplies away, throwing out the trash, collecting the tools into the kit, but she doesn’t miss the look back at her over his shoulder. Her lips twitch in a smile, “Just doing my job,” she answers easily, but there is a hint of something brighter beneath those words shining in her eyes.