It struck her as odd that she didn't hear the sound of the Dark Lord's voice in the short period of time that she was carried in the room on Augustus" shoulder. Not even a hint of a whisper. Years at his side conditioned her to hear the sound no matter where she was or what she was doing. Often when she was present in the same room as her master she felt his magical power emanating from his skin. She always knew when he'd come closer to her. There was nothing indicating he'd even been in that room.