Lenore nods once at the answer and then goes. She returns as promised the next evening, with a blanket over one arm and a quartet of guards, one of whom is carrying a tray of food and the others with buckets and ... a broom?

One of them unlocks the cage door, and Lenore strides in, setting down the folded blanket beside her pet and then kneeling on it. "The guards are going to tidy things up a bit and take away the dirty things, but they're still wary of you. I'm going to put the chains back on your wrists while they're in the cell, all right?"

Lenore doubts she has the strength to force her pet's wrists back into the cuffs, and she wants this to be a trust exercise anyway, with her captive allowing the restraint to be put on, choosing to accept Lenore's power and authority over her. In exchange, as usual, for a little more comfort and pleasure.