“For crying out loud, I am feeling perfectly healthy!” Cara grumbled loudly at Trelon. “Don’t you have something to build, somewhere to be, someone to maul and m**m?”
“No,” Trelon said with a wide grin.
Cara was seriously thinking of doing some mauling and maiming herself, preferably on Trelon. It had been a week since the dinner, and a lot had happened. After she had convinced him she was feeling much better, he had carried her everywhere. If she wanted a bath, he carried her to the cleansing room. She was still getting used to not calling it a bathroom.
If she wanted something to eat, he carried her into the other room and set her on the couch with a tray. The first day she was okay with it because almost three days of not eating and almost dying took a lot out of a person. By day two
