Though Jorick's new clothes were all black, he wasn't enthusiastic about them. The TV earned a raised eyebrow, and her bedding choices got barely a mention, though he coughed loudly when she presented him with the teddy bear sheets.
"They were cute, and on sale."
He made a low noise in his throat. "I can imagine why."
As usual, he was summoned by Malick the next evening. She wished she could tackle him to the bed, but she remembered Malick's lesson. There was no telling what he'd do if Jorick was late.
She took a shower and changed her bandages. Thanks to last night, Verchiel's bite was pretty much healed, though the new bite on her arm wasn't. It hurt and was hard to bandage. The bites in her shoulder were neatly scabbed over, so she gave them a gentle pat with the towel and left them
