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*It’s a few hours later when Ziomi starts to stir again.*

Ziomi: O-oh, did I doze off? *softly murmured as she shifts just a bit to turn her face up to Connor.*

Terris: *speaks up.* Connor made lunch, I merely instructed from the side so teach him a new recipe.
Ziomi: *smiles. It’s bright, if touched with pain.* Then I certainly wish to try some.

Connor: *glances over his shoulder with a grin that's almost shy - to Ziomi* Here. I'll help you sit up to eat. *will gently do so*

Terris: *will come settle near to feed her.*
Ziomi: *resting comfortably against Connor while she eats. It’s a lot of effort, but she does better today than she did yesterday.* You did great, Connor. It’s wonderful.

Connor: Thank you, though all I did was follow instructions. Terris has been teaching me a lot about plants and medicine and how to find roots and the like for cooking. I'm glad you like it, though. *not wholly aware of what he just said, just knows it's what one says...and it's the truth*

Ziomi: *a hand will find his cheek... and her smile grows.* You’re learning lots then?

Connor: I am. I'll be better able to help him and you and others.

Ziomi: *smiles* You're so good to me, Connor.

Connor: I do my best. How are you feeling?

Ziomi: I...I'm okay. I hurt, but not as much. *And she's still weak... and sleepy from the drugs.*

Connor: That's good to hear. Lay back down for a while?

Ziomi: I... would, thank you. *Terris did say she would likely sleep a lot the first couple days*

Connor: All right. *will get her laid down and comfortable*

Ziomi: *will grip his hand once she’s settled.* Thank you. Don’t feel you have to stay by me, okay?

Connor: *gives her hand a squeeze* Got it. Call if you need me, though. I shouldn't be far.

Ziomi: *nods* I will. *she’ll release his hand and let herself settle to sleep more.*
Terris: *smiles and waves Connor over.*

Connor: *stands and approaches* Yes, Terris?

Terris: *crouched at the entrance of his den. There are a number of small birds there, pecking up seeds he’s scattered. He’ll gently draw Connor to crouch beside him, will put some seeds in Connor’s hand, and put the android’s hand out. It won’t take long for a couple of the bolder birds to land on Connor’s fingers and wrist to accept the snack.*

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