Elijah visited Ezduril daily, trying to get Nova to eat, talk, anything. Though his family didn’t approve of his visits to her, they understood that if Nova perished under Odran’s watch before she was brought to justice, it could reflect badly on all of them, and spell big trouble for their clan. So, they tolerated his efforts, barely.
“I do not understand this burger you make for her,” his mother grouched.
“They’re popular on Earth, Mum. And familiar to her. It’s one of the few things I can get her ta eat.”
“It seems like a perfectly good waste of narfbog steak.”
narfbogElijah shrugged. “I like ‘em.”
He packed an entire bag of them, as they seemed to be catching on at the prison, along with some cleaning supplies and paints. Not that she’d use them. He’d brought her fresh clothes the
