Yes.

[That at least she can answer easily, the only thing that really makes sense to her anymore. Her loyalty lay with Ninurrta, not only because of that initial kindness and familiarity, but because of everything since.

But the next question...

The word "servant" would have been more than the jinba she'd oversaw deserved. She had spent most of her life in denial of it, allowed herself to view herself as better than them, as different than them because she hadn't wanted to admit what she was.]

... most jinba are what you would probably consider slaves.

[She has not told this to... most anyone. It is difficult to say, but there are no ears in this forest that she can hear listening in, and she had fought beside this man. He had not earned her dishonesty.

But that does not mean she can actually look him in the eye when she says it, gaze dark as she stares down at the arrow in her hand.]

Those who are not bred in the stables and raised by humans who will not be broken have their arms removed. Then they are sold according to what suits their natures. Broodmares. Cannon fodder. Bed companions.

[Her fingers tighten on the arrow.]