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life.
    Hrakin went to the com and checked in. Since he had a Bride away from the city, he had to maintain daily contacts and updates.
    Mila would sleep for a few hours, and he could order the supplies he needed for her in the meantime.
    When she woke, he would make sure she ate, and then, they would go for a walk. He had to get her to control the strength she could access to keep her safe as well as those around her. Since he was the only one near her currently, it was in his best interest to make sure she kept herself under control.
     
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    The light was different when she woke up, and Mila assessed the room before she got up. The pillow on the other side of the bed was dented.
    “Okay. That is different.” She got up and looked around the room until she found the sliding panel that opened to the lav. A quick use of the facilities, a light solar shower and dragging a brush through her hair and she was ready to go in search of food.
    When she came out of the lav, a bot was straightening the bed and another chirped and whirled over to present her with her clothing.
    A few moments later, she was dressed and could smell food. She went in search of the origin of the scent of a meal.
    It had to be a kitchen, because it was full of counters, pots and pans, and a series of covered plates.
    Hrakin smiled as she came in. “Good. I was going to give you one more hour and then come looking for you.”
    He stirred the pan he was working on, and then, he wandered over to her, pressing a kiss to her cheek before leading her to a tall chair set against the counter. The plates were in front of her, each covered and radiating with heat.
    She took the eating prong that he passed her and gave him a quizzical look. “What now?”
    “Try everything. Drink water in between each taste and let me know which you consider palatable. I haven’t bothered cooking for some time, so I am not confident in the end result.”
    He got a pitcher of water and a glass for her, filling it and then returning to his work at the stove.
    She lifted the lid off the first selection and set the lid aside. The kaleidoscope of vegetables and small slivers of meat looked like one of the better stir-fries she had ever seen. She took a forkful and brought it to her mouth. The strange aromas of the vegetables struck her nose, but her mouth watered.
    The first bite was heaven, but she followed directions, covered it and moved on to the next. The second food had the eggplant texture that she tended to throw up. She capped it quickly and moved on to the next.
    The third plate was mostly meat and a light sauce. It was perfectly lovely, and she reluctantly went on to the fourth. Another dud.
    She glanced over at where he was sliding another selection onto a fifth plate. He brought it over and smiled. “Be careful, it is hot.”
    She forked up some of the weird, puffy noodles with vegetables slivered into them and raised her eyebrows. It tasted like popcorn.
    She sat and drank the water. “Okay. I have picked my favourites. What next?”
    “Eat what you can of them. I ate before I started cooking. It seemed safer.” He didn’t hover. He went back into the kitchen and put away the unused food as well as the dishes.
    She picked out the plates of one, three and five and left the other two covered. She ate, drank water and made it three-quarters of the way through all three plates before she felt full.
    “Sorry. I wish I could eat more.”
    “You have eaten plenty. Enough to compensate for the day that you slept through.” He came over and took the uneaten plates away before he returned.
    “I slept an entire day?” Mila was shocked. “Really?”
    “Really. I had to call Alveck when you passed the thirteen-hour mark. He checked your scans again, and you definitely had a buildup of chemicals in your bloodstream that could indicate extreme fatigue. For the next two days, you are to eat, rest and explore the immediate area.”
    She smiled slowly at him. “I think