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There was a food shortage. He should not be doing this. No matter how many times he reminded himself, he succumbed to the ooman temptation with the first touch of her soft hands.
More than the wasted energy, he was concerned by Amelia's behavior. He could not express what was different but the way she fell into mating with him seemed improper. With Elder Val'jek there was a close affectionate display and the bond could be seen from across the room. With the elder, she approached him and mating was a natural result of the encounter.
Amelia was not cold with Raz’ha, but he often sensed that she was struggling with her thoughts. Then she would approach him with a strange tilt to her fleshy mouth and the sole intent to mate. Even now with her soft backside pressed to his thighs, the thoughts nagged him as, well, off.
"Raz'ha," she murmured.
He gently dragged his mandible tusks along her shoulder pulling a shiver from the petite ooman. He had quickly learned she enjoyed gentle touches with his natural weapons. Shivering from pleasure was different than fear. Sexier. Amelia arched into gentle caresses. His hands explored freely, and dragged his claws over every inch of her delicate skin. She was thinning. He had maintained near full rations for her but as he stroked her ribs he felt more definition. Circling her arm with his fingers, he measured the difference every cycle. Definitely thinning. Not drastic but he should not be preparing her to mate--to waste more energy.
Another concern surfaced despite the heat coursing through his veins. Yautja females did not breed successfully during a food shortage, but Amelia was not yautja. He should not risk a suckling by impregnating her when the shortage was growing desperate.
"Please," she said, breathless.
He clicked at her in frustration. "We should conserve energy."
She pressed her bottom to his erection in reply, the smooth flesh rubbing suggestively. His eyes were drawn to the exotic contrast of her pale flesh against his mottled green skin.
He groaned. "Amelia, I do not understand."
"I want to mate," she said softly. Even her breathy tone beckoned to his engorged member.
His nagging thoughts wouldn't be denied. He was honor bound to ensure her welfare and this was the opposite. Collecting his thoughts, he relied on his warrior discipline to resist temptation. He gathered her in his arms and turned her to face him.
"You know we have limited food and no more can be hunted for many cycles. We cannot waste energy." He moderated his tone and interspersed reassuring clicks in an effort to smooth over what was a firm rejection.
A yautja female would become violent, but Raz'ha knew his ooman could become "upset." He struggled with the precise meaning of this word, and the complexity of emotions when Amelia felt it. It wasn't simply one emotion, but a tangled knot of many he decided. And Raz'ha was not adept enough to combat it yet. His best defense was to prevent this "upset" before it could form.
She stiffened against his hold, but she said nothing in reply.
Raz'ha felt a trickle of unease. Amelia was not prone to silence. Whether it was all oomans or simply Amelia, he wasn't certain but she spoke her thoughts and feelings on every topic. She explained and liked to converse. This silence was an indicator of something. Was it lack of proper nutrition? Perhaps hungry oomans spoke less.
He discarded the thought as he surveyed her. There was a tension in her body that had been growing slowly over time. Assessing her posture and stiffness with a critical eye, he decided something was wrong. It reminded him of what she called her "mini meltdown" from her first night in his quarters. There were no tears or noise but the look in her eyes was the same. Her scent had slowly shifted over time as well. It was more acrid now.
He trilled his inquiry.
Her erratic breathing was the only reply as she stared at his face.
He stopped himself from purring to calm her. That might encourage her attempts to draw him into mating. Instead he smoothed her auburn hair away from her face.
She swallowed thickly, her green eyes searching for something else to look at.
Raz'ha was not skilled at the lengthy and indirect way that oomans communicated sensitive topics to each other. He was more comfortable with directness, so he said, "What troubles your thoughts?"
She shook her head.
What did that mean? It wasn't a yes or no question. Was there more meaning to her head gestures? "Explain."
"I don't want to talk. I don't want to think." She took a sharp breath. "I want to forget everything and feel."
He tilted his head. A warning from Elder Val’jek haunted him before he foolishly conceded to her desires. Bowing to Amelia's fears only fed them. It would be twice as difficult to address the next time. How many times had he made this blunder without being aware of it? It appeared that Amelia's fear was the only thing well-fed during this food shortage.
He rumbled a not quite purr in his chest and gently said, "We cannot."
She looked stricken and a flush swept up her cheeks. This was the harbinger of tears and upset.
"What troubles your thoughts?" He rubbed her forehead, trying to smooth the pained expression from her features. The situation would spiral out of control quickly if he didn't figure out the problem.
She didn't like the gesture and shooed his hand. "What is there to be troubled by? I'm only a human on a rickety space ship filled with carnivorous aliens who are short on meat right now. Let's not forget that your nickname for my species is soft meat. I don't see anything to worry about." She wrenched away.
He let her go, tracking her progress with his eyes.
As she yanked on a dress she continued her rapid, and erratic, speech. "It's not like my alien husband is somewhere in another solar system with a bunch of humans locked on his ship ready to be sacrificed to even scarier aliens." She waved her arms in a gesture she swore was frustration but looked more like a signal for help. "Add in a queen, and a dying star for good measure, and what could possibly go wrong?"
He struggled to follow her sarcasm, but understood the bulk of her concerns. She was frightened. "Elder Val'jek protects himself. I protect you."
Why was she struggling with this concept? He sorted through potential reasons and discarded many. Perhaps it was because they were in another period of com silence with the elder's ship. He also considered that she was a creature that thrived on frequent touches. She could not touch her mate for many cycles and many more would pass before she would again.
"What happens when all the food is gone?" There was the tension coiling her muscles too tight as she stared at him again. "It won't be a warrior challenging you to a fight. It will be many and they will kill us both."
He growled, reminding himself not to take offense at her words. She was frightened, and the future she pictured was savage in her imagination. Yautja were not savages, and he was capable of protecting her should a bad blood present himself with that disturbing intent. "It will not happen."
She made an ooman chuffing sound of disbelief and turned away from him.
"Fearing this outcome will neither prevent it nor prepare you to overcome it." He chirped, hoping to lessen the sting of his words. "Your fear only harms you."
She said nothing for several moments, pausing her morning routine. She did not directly acknowledge his assessment but said, "I want a place to hide the puppies while we're gone. I don't want anyone to break in here and find an easy meal."
He clicked his agreement. He had already been considering options, but wasn't sure she would appreciate locking the animals in a confined space. A warrior certainly would not try to eat Amelia as she feared, but her puppies were lesser beings and meat had been depleted quickly.
If the shortage did grow as desperate as she feared, Raz'ha would have them available to butcher himself to provide sustenance for Amelia. She would not like it, and he admitted to being fond of the small creatures, but if forced to choose, he would ensure his ooman's survival without regret.
Raz'ha opened a wall panel that had a narrow space. Upon Amelia's questions of suitability, and approval to house her pets, he left her to tend the animals as he retrieved their paltry breakfast ration. A scoop of pash was all he was allotted. They were forced to share because Amelia had no allotment but he did not tell her that.
Unlike Amelia's fear, he was only challenged by one blooded warrior who clearly had at least one other challenge today judging by his bloodied chest. It was likely how he lost his own scoop of pash. If he was smart, he'd have accepted the loss and waited until the less skilled warriors were receiving their next rations. Challenging Raz'ha when his blood was already heated by a near mating and an insinuation he could not defend a mate was a mistake on the other warrior's part. Raz'ha bested him quickly, and found himself wishing another would challenge him so he could vent more of his frustration. No one did.
He returned to Amelia with the meager meal and they ate in silence. She did not protest the amount he placed in front of her, and he mentally prepared himself to have that argument with the later meal. She was incapable of eating two meals in succession in which she had near full rations while he ate only a small fraction of his normal requirements without a dispute. He was finding it difficult to find new ways to explain that even if it he ate her entire ration, it would not be near enough for him to be satisfied. It was best to maintain her strength because weakening her would serve no benefit to either of them.
He was a seasoned warrior. Hunger was not unknown to him, and he was disciplined enough to manage it. Her records indicated that oomans starved within seven of their cycles. That was less than four of his cycles. He could easily survive twice that with only water.
He allowed her a few moments to cuddle her puppies and murmur quiet farewells that they could not possibly comprehend. She had made them a small palette in the wall space and laid out cloths for their excrements as well. Hult'ah barely fit in the narrow space and was unable to turn around.
"Take care of the little ones," Amelia said to him with a final pat.
Raz'ha carefully replaced the wall panel, ensuring there was no evidence that it had been tampered with. Theft was not frequent, but in a food shortage it was not precisely uncommon either since all bartering surrounded food. Items that were once prized would change hands for a mere scoop of pash.
Amelia's animals were not much meat, but they would be more valuable than she could imagine. If they were stolen, they would not be readily eaten. They would be bartered for something of value or a larger portion of food that was not meat. Then they would be eaten by someone who could offer this. Likely a Priestess or Elder would enjoy fresh meat and have the ability to acquire it.
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All cycle, suspicious thoughts nagged Raz'ha. He instructed students in light routines and used the opportunity to impart information rather than simply correct fighting stances. Everything reminded him of unfairness. His students were singularly curious about oomans, no doubt because Amelia was ever present. As he spoke about her kind, he couldn't help but think of her views on his kind. Like a pup learning that life was a challenge for the first time, Raz'ha struggled with his thoughts. Unfairness was life. It hadn't bothered him before. Why should it bother him now?
The new view of his clan's methods unsettled him. It was well known that females had more rations. In previous shortages, that seemed proper. Why would they have less when they were larger and had pups to care for? That would be proper, in his opinion, except the females hadn't began rationing. They had called them rations, but they were full meals. Not a single ounce was reduced until the meat had run out. It was insanity to think eating a full portion was reasonable during a prolonged shortage. The meat could have lasted much longer. Even if males were to abstain, females could still have eaten meat if they had simply eaten less of it.
Raz'ha wished Yeyinde had never shared his knowledge on the matter. He had barked at his hunt brother to silence him when Yeyinde furiously chattered on with his outrage about the amount of pash the females still consumed. Apparently Yeyinde had heard Elder Mur grumbling that even the Elders had reduced their rations to half as the females consumed, presumably, much more. Half was still more than any warrior received.
Raz'ha didn't want to know how much the females ate. As far as Raz'ha was concerned, only females with sucklings and pups should eat filling meals in a shortage, and only as long as it was reasonable.
Even Amelia, a petite female who consumed less than a pup, was prepared to sacrifice. He was disturbingly aware of the contrast between his ooman female and his clan's females. Amelia had asked him what she should do. She was prepared to begin rationing early and wanted save portions of their meals. Unfortunately that was impossible as it would spoil. Though it would not be effective in the long run, she tried to share her portions with Raz'ha. She knew he required more. Whether her calculations were off, or it was simply an emotional gesture, he wasn't sure why she persisted with that idea. He suspected it was the latter because he had explained many times that her ration would not be enough. Therefore was most efficiently used by her.
His focus should have been on resolving issues that caused Amelia's tension and not his clan's political leanings. He couldn't separate the two for some reason.
Amelia's sense of equality disturbed him. She did not speak of it often in direct terms, but all her thoughts and opinions clearly indicated that she believed everyone deserved equal treatment. At least on a basic level.
At first it was easy to assume she meant her own status as a pet, which did not always please her. Upon further examination he realized she was equally displeased with his status ranking lower, as she described, "for growing a penis." He always trilled his amusement in reply, knowing it was not simply because of an appendage. Now he realized that it was an intentional oversimplification. It made him think of the true differences between males and females and how that determined status.
She had confided in him once that her society gave more power to males. This was accepted, but it was not agreeable to females, she explained. They made many gains and had equal basic rights but socially were unequal. He struggled to understand the complexity of how two genders could be both equal and unequal. Unsure, he thought perhaps it was more like rankings among males. They all had the same basic rights, but young bloods were perceived as untried and weak compared to an honored warrior. Ooman females received less respect and opportunity because they were considered weaker. If he understood what Amelia tried to convey, females were not given an opportunity to rise as males were. Oomans had a strange ranking system, he decided.
Now he thought perhaps Yautja had a strange society as well.
Those conflicted thoughts cost them both a meal. Perhaps they had noticed his preoccupation or perhaps he was skilled enough to use as an example, Raz'ha would never know. Regardless of their reasoning, Raz'ha should have seen the threat and used another hall while he carried their precious food.
The first challenge from a young blood was a quick shove from his right side. Raz'ha had nearly passed the green yautja that had more vanity than brawn. Seeing his opponent with his other young blood and warrior friends, Raz'ha accepted the challenge readily. The young blood preened more than he fought and Raz'ha sent him to the floor in a slump with two punches to the young blood's crown.
But that wasn't the end of it. One of the young blood's friends challenged him next. That one was a little more wary and managed to land a handful of kicks to Raz'ha's thighs and abdomen.
It wasn't until the third challenge that Raz'ha realized he had stumbled into a well executed trap. Those friends were part of a plan to take food from more experienced warriors. He could easily take on several other warriors, but they had gathered ten. And Raz'ha had to hold onto the food while he fought or risk setting the platter on the floor. It would be stolen if he did.
By the eighth challenge Raz'ha was bloody and tired. He felt his hunger gnawing at him--weakening him. His limbs were slower to respond and blood in his right eye made it difficult to clearly see his opponents. The food he held onto was splattered all over the tray's interior and anyone eating it would be scraping through the mess for a while. He didn't want to think about how long it would take to separate hound food from the pash.
Two more, he reminded himself. Two more and then Amelia would eat.
It wasn't two more. Challengers he defeated earlier had regrouped and challenged him again. They were wearing him down and Raz'ha was helpless to stop it. Even when he took down the young bloods in two hits, another was there with a challenge for his meal.
He should kill them. Once he killed two or three they would retreat. It was the only successful strategy they had left open to him.
But how would Amelia view it?
She would see young yautja who were likely preyed upon for their rations already. This was an ill-conceived plot born of desperation in a group of yautja that were too young to have gained the experience needed to protect their rations honorably. It wasn't against the laws of conduct per se but it was clearly dishonorable in practice.
They saved their most skilled warrior, who was strong but sloppy with his technique, for last. Raz’ha sensed the growing nervousness from the young bloods. He suspected they were expecting Raz'ha to have surrendered already. Raz'ha had dealt with trickier kiande amedha and bested more skilled yautja than they could hope to become. He would not surrender to the pathetic group.
But he knew he wasn't going to kill them either.
Just as he had bolstered his reserves to fend off his last challenger, he was "bumped" by a "clumsy" young blood as the warrior kicked at Raz'ha's ankle. The tray went flying into the sheetmetal wall and the lid popped off with a clank. Pash splattered everywhere. As Raz'ha lunged to save the remaining food, the warrior pummeled his back. He hit the floor and didn't care if he was defeated as he reached for the platter's remains. He stopped short. Not because his honor dictated he surrender the prize with grace, but because he had difficulty processing what he was seeing.
Raz'ha should have stood and challenged the warrior to rematch after the dishonorable interference. He couldn't.
A young blood, who hadn't challenged Raz'ha, scraped pash off the floor. "Too young," Raz'ha thought. He was barely finished with his chiva by the looks of his short dreads. He was little more than a starving scavenger. Another joined him on the floor, an unblood who had suffered a serious beating recently. It wasn't from Raz'ha hands.
The young bloods who challenged him had already snatched the platter and began shoveling bits into their mouths like rabid yaut hounds. Raz'ha was frozen, still belly down on the floor, watching the scene. They were desperate fools who didn't look at him. Obviously they felt secure in their belief that Raz'ha was honorable where they were not.
The unbloood scavenger noticed Raz'ha's stare then. "No warrior lasted as long as you." It sounded like an apology as much as a compliment.
Raz'ha should have been consoled that he would have won if the match was fought with honor. He wasn't, and it helped neither his pride nor Amelia's empty stomach.
He stood slowly, assessing his body for any real damage. There were only annoying cuts and tender spots. He wiped blood from his eye and watched the scene, noting that they squabbled over scraps but no challenges were issued between them. The unblood was soon chased away as they began eating pash, and hound food, from the floor and wall.
Raz'ha nudged the "clumsy" young blood with his foot. The unblood looked up from the floor with uncertainty.
"Your trap may seem clever now." He knelt closer, as the young blood inched away in fear. "Later, when most of you have been killed, you will recognize your foolishness."
He shrank down and the others inched away. One voiced an indignant reply, "Warriors take our rations. Instructors demand rations for training. We have nothing to trade and nothing to eat."
"And you have no honor," Raz'ha added to the list. "You cheat in a challenge. You have stolen from a female ooman. You eat hound food from the floor." He pinned them all with a hard stare and forced his mandibles to be only half splayed. "If any of you challenge me again, I will kill you."
Raz'ha knew that warriors would kill them if they persisted. He wasn't sure if they would heed the warning but felt compelled to issue it. "Soon news of this will spread. Experienced warriors will realize the only way to retain their ration is to kill the challengers."
A collective nervousness spread among them. The clumsy one spoke up, "But we will die without food. Better to fight than wait for Cetanu's arrival."
There was truth to the young blood's statement. What alternative did Raz'ha have to offer them? They were not female and therefore must fight to survive. It was unfair.
"Cease this dishonorable ploy and you may come to me if you are forced to endure five cycles without food." He looked them over. "You will be miserable, and I will have very little to offer, but when you have survived the shortage you will be stronger. You will know your body and what it endures well. The experience will make you better warriors."
Like his students, they all straightened and appeared to absorb the piece of advice eagerly. Or perhaps it was the near guarantee of survival he offered. Either way, he was certain this group would stop tarnishing their honor with this ploy.
He wondered if any of his own students were this desperate. Raz'ha memorized their faces but did not ask their names. "I am Honored Warrior Raz'ha."
There was some chittering and clicks as they all bowed their heads in respect to him. "Thank you, Honored Warrior," another young blood said.
"We agree to your conditions, Honored Warrior, and thank you for your generosity," the clumsy one added more formally.
He told them how to find him and parted ways.
He would not challenge another warrior for a ration, he decided. Pushing more warriors into desperation would be worse than one hungry sleep cycle. He forced himself to return to Amelia without food. It was humiliating but he would accept any ridicule with dignity. There would be no excuses and he would provide her with a larger portion from his next ration.
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Upon entering his quarters he took in the sight of Amelia rolling on the floor with her pets. It was a common game they played with a knotted cloth as a toy. There was a treat tied into a knot that Hult'ah would eventually dig out, but only after Amelia was finished playing tug-of-war with him. The earth hounds were on her back, yapping at Hult'ah. Hult'ah was currently dragging her several inches on her belly as her laughter filled the room. It was a rare sound since the food shortage. Both pleasure and shame suffused him.
Hult'ah noticed him with a quick glance but continued the game. The earth hound pair trotted to him, tails wagging with their friendly greetings. That drew Amelia's attention.
Her green eyes were bright with amusement but that faded as she surveyed him. She stood, dropping the cloth, and Hult'ah fell on his rear as his gimp leg gave out. The cloth was forgotten as the hound was attuned to Amelia's tension. The hound stood, his posture aggressive as he scented the air and surveyed the room for a threat.
Amelia rushed him, her hands reaching for him but stopping short of touching.
"Are you hurt? What happened? You're bleeding," she said in a disjointed rush.
He bowed his head with shame. "I lost a challenge and we will be hungry this sleep cycle."
Amelia's hands touched him gently as if she didn't hear his words. She was leaning close to inspect a scratch on his side as if he was injured. "Is anything broken? I don't think you need stitches but I will get the medkit to clean them."
She turned away and grabbed the medkit.
Perhaps she didn't understand. "I apologize for my failure to secure your meal."
As she rummaged through the neatly organized interior she huffed. "I don't care about a scoop of pash, Raz'ha." She looked up at him with her stubborn face. "I asked if you were hurt." There was a bite to her words that he hadn't heard before. It was a demand.
He hesitated at her declaration. He had failed but she was not concerned. What was he misunderstanding? She had been terrified of the scenario, and now that it happened she wasn't concerned with food?
Her furred brows lowered closer to her eyes and she approached him with her antiseptic as if it was a weapon. Her body language conveyed aggression but her demand did not. She planted herself in front of him as if she meant to challenge him.
Hult'ah stalked toward him, also reading her aggressive stance and positioning himself for battle. The hound pup was much larger than Odin and Freya but his head was only peaking above Amelia's knee joint. He could not harm Raz'ha while this young.
Part of him was curious to see what would happen if he refused her demand. He was in no danger, and he felt certain she did not intend to inflict violence, but he didn't know what she did intend. He had failed however. He should be fulfilling her demands without hesitation.
Raz'ha complied after a tense moment. "I am not injured." He motioned to the fluorescent blood that always made her worry. "It is a scratch."
If he had been alone, he would give it an extra rub when he washed and do nothing more. It was inconsequential. He understood that oomans were easily damaged and assumed she looked at his body from that frail perspective. Amelia's fussing over him was a pleasant experience despite being unnecessary. Usually. Right now he felt embarrassed to take pleasure when he had failed her.
As she wiped blood from him, she asked softly, "They wanted the puppy food too?"
He grunted. Even her pets were to go hungry. "The young bloods were desperate."
The stillness took her mid-swipe. "More than one?"
He clicked pensively. She had prophesied this, and he was reluctant to feed her fear, but she had already demonstrated her imagination was vivid. If he did not tell her, who knew what idea would form to frighten her more.
"I will explain when we use our bed," he said.
Her brow quirked and the corner of her mouth tipped up.
He clicked.
"Oomans say 'when we go to bed.' 'Using the bed' is awkward phrasing and more for sex."
"When we go to bed then," he amended. "We cannot use the bed."
She rolled her eyes, seeming to accept the situation with humor, but Raz'ha still saw the tension in her body. It should not surprise him that oomans appeared to present two conflicting opinions simultaneously. She was a mass of contradictions and frequently spoke with sarcasm and used phrases that were opposite of their literal meaning.
He had to resolve the tension. That was the dangerous problem. He couldn't determine why it was dangerous but his instincts warned him loudly.
They fed her pets a few extra treats as Raz'ha explained his access was restricted to where her hound food was stored. He could ask for more, because the food belonged to Elder Val'jek, but not until his next ration was allotted. He promised to bring extra. She seemed satisfied with that, but the tension remained.
They left their quarters to wash. Amelia visibly trembled while they walked though no one accosted them. Only one of the young bloods from his challenge watched them with interest. Raz'ha noticed him lingering as Amelia undressed to bathe and he blocked the young blood's view of her nudity. Amelia was uncomfortable with blatant stares and it was easy enough to hide her small body behind his own. The young blood appeared to be curious and not solicitous as he did not approach. Amelia was unaware of the audience without her mask to see in the darkness.
When they returned to their quarters, she settled the half-asleep pets on the sleeping palette. Raz'ha didn't protest though they had their own. If she found comfort sleeping beside her pets he would make room for them. Odin and Freya tucked against her side and promptly slept. Hult'ah was more restless and alternated between sniffing Amelia's face and laying at her feet. She rubbed the hound's neck whenever he approached.
In the dark, Raz'ha related the story of his failure. She twined her fingers with his and murmured short reassuring comments as he spoke.
When he finished she asked, "Can we eat dog food?"
Raz'ha stared at her. He didn't want to feed her hound food any more than he wanted to feed her the hounds.
Unprompted, she continued, "We brought it from the Tauren ship. It belongs to us and we have extra so the only question is if it's edible for us."
Yautja could live on it for a time, but oomans? He wasn't certain. "I will ask Mah'sic." Discretely and with significant embarrassment.
After a few moments of silence she spoke quietly. "I know what happened is embarrassing to you, so I tried not to say anything but I can't." Ooman water formed in her eyes.
He rumbled a low purr to comfort her. "Speak your ooman thoughts. I know we are different."
"I don't care about pride or food." She closed her eyes tightly for a moment and her face scrunched. "I would rather have you in one piece. I'd eat dog food every day if it meant you didn't have to fight."
He rubbed her scalp with his claws to delay a response. They were very different indeed. She was concerned for him and not angry or disappointed with his failure to provide for her. He was simultaneously intrigued and embarrassed by this strange notion. Her fear of injury to him would be offensive from a yautja. He was a successful warrior and it implied he was helpless or weak.
Amelia was a "worrier" as she described. It seemed to be what she called her savage imagination, and didn't account for Raz'ha's proven skill. Her descriptions of her fears never had him as an active participant. Her imagination turned him, and everyone else, into a prop that terrible events happened to. It was another contradiction he didn't understand fully but realized was not a reflection of her true opinion of him. He wasn't sure what it was or why she allowed it to make her fearful beyond reason.
It frustrated him to chase those thoughts.
He settled on a basic answer. "I understand." He couldn't promise not to fight. There would be challenges even if she was not aboard his clan's ship.
She accepted the answer and curled closer to him.
He purred her to sleep and considered happier thoughts. This was a trial and, despite the uncomfortable hardship, it was bonding them together. She valued him more than life-sustaining food. He wanted to speak of his feelings for her, but sensed it was not appropriate timing for an ooman.
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