To your surprise, the slave maiden from earlier comes crashing out of the woods. She was making so much noise, you probably would have heard her a mile away had you been paying attention. The dirty hem of her skirt and her wild eyes tell the whole story; she is trying to run away.
Since you are above her pond, she doesn't notice you. She stops at the pond and clambers over the boulders below your position to greedily drink some water from the small waterfall there. At first, you are not sure what to do, but then you see this as an opportunity to gain some more answers about yourself, especially being out of earshot of the rest of the army. You easily leap down from your perch and land with a quiet thump behind the woman. She does not hear you, but she catches the motion out of the corner of her eye, and whirls around in shock. In horror at being found by, of all people, you, she steps backward involuntarily, flails a bit, and falls awkwardly into the pond. Her clothes quickly become waterlogged and she is pulled towards the bottom.
For a second you are caught off guard, but you immediately dive in after her and pull her back to the surface. You are amazed how light and fragile she seems, even in her sodden clothes. You easily lift her onto the rocks, then heave yourself out of the water. She rises to her hands and knees, coughing violently to bring the remaining water out of her lungs. You want to help her, but considering her last reaction to you, you feel it would be better to just stand by.
The spasms finally easing, she sits down on the boulder and glares up at you. You get the feeling she doesn't appreciate you having saved her life, and only suspects something worse in store. You notice her shiver, but considering the only dry clothing around is your undergarments, you don't think offering those will go over well.
"Take off your clothes," you tell her instead. Her eyes widen a bit, then narrow as her eyes shoot daggers at you. However, she knows she cannot disobey if she wants to stay alive, so she removes her garments, standing before you completely naked except for her underpants and corset. You can tell that she is consciously not using her hands to cover herself in an attempt at bravado, but you couldn't care less. You were once female, after all, and for now, your male body isn't becoming excited. Perhaps you are gaining more control over it.
As you hand approaches her she catches her breath a bit, but nervousness turns to confusion when you reach past her to the clothes on the ground. Stepping to the side, you wring out her clothes, grateful that your strength makes it a relatively easy job, and remembering how much you hated doing this when hand-washing clothes in your past life because it was so difficult. You almost smile to yourself at the idea that you once fit into clothes as small as these. Shaking them out, you lay them across a nearby tree branch to dry.
Turning back to the slave, you see by her angry gaze she has no idea what you are up to but she still doesn't trust you. You truly look at her for the first time, your previous encounter having been a disaster. With her green eyes, blonde hair, and petite frame, she must have been quite the beauty in whatever land she came from. While you are grateful your soul wasn't placed in the body of a slave, you wonder why you couldn't at least have had a body like hers.
"What's your name?" you ask, which only serves to confuse her more. Your new body has never bothered learning the names of slaves, and she doesn't know why you are bothering now.
"Biva," she responds reluctantly, trying to figure you out.
"Well, Biva," you sigh, "next time you run away, you might want to do it more quietly."
Despite her furious stare, you continue, offering to...