Tali's POV
At the sight of a glass of water entering my line of vision, I tiredly peel my cheek off the toilet seat and smile gratefully at Savannah, who’s sat with her back against the wall.
“Thanks,” I murmur, taking it from her and using it to gargle before spitting in the toilet.
“No worries. How are you feeling?”
“Like death,” I admit, shuffling back so I’m pressed against the bathtub and she’s opposite me.
Savannah nods. “Yeah, you don’t look the best.”
“And dinner was so nice,” I moan, “even if I knew I shouldn’t have eaten so much of it.”
I knew it even as I pretty much bullied Dayne into giving me some of his food as well.
But I hadn’t expected him to share since I’ve seen what happens when shifters steal food off each other’s plates and the results aren’t pretty.
While
