“I can bloody well feed myself, female. Give it here!”
Laarn chuckled at the growl from the general’s room as he and Karryl passed, pausing for a moment to get a glimpse into the “room” Xaandril was recovering in and biting back a small smile.
The big warrior was bed-bound, his shoulder and arm bandaged right the way up to the neck with movement suppressors in place, their bright blue lights winking in concert. He couldn’t have moved the limb to save his life, just the way Laarn wanted it while his body healed. Sitting next to him on the covers was Kenna, one eyebrow arched as she held out a spoonful of soup.
“And just how are you going to balance the bowl and the spoon without wearing it and burning yourself in the process?” she demanded. “Stop being a big baby and just let me feed you
