I stood up, holding her in my arms, and carried her to the kitchen. Gently, I set her down on a chair and fetched the plates. I placed one in front of her, and she looked at it uncertainly. With the memories I had seen, I didn't need to read her mind to know what she was wondering.
Alexander: You have nothing to do but eat. Nothing is expected in return, and nothing will ever be asked of you again in exchange for food. You are my companion, and it is my duty to take care of you.
Angel: I… I don't…
She sighed softly and closed her eyes, as if trying to regain control of herself.
Angel: I don't feel our connection yet, but… a part of me knows… I… I'm… sorry… I… what's your name?
I burst out laughing, realizing I hadn't even introduced myself. Then I took one of her hands and brought it
