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I return from the kitchen with one of the chefs. The chef enters the room before me and puts the food and drink on the table, returning the chair that Psyra had placed by the bed to the table. It's good that he enters before me because I stop dead in my tracks when I notice Tobais isn't in the room. The chef leaves before I call out Tobais' name. There's no answer when I do, though a few seconds later he does come out of the bathroom.
He's wearing some black shorts.
He looks at me before looking at the table in the corner.
I sigh and say his name again. My voice sounds relieved.
He looks at me and the noise from earlier comes from him again.
I smile and motion towards the table. He looks at it again. "Eat," I say.
He walks over to the table and sits in the chair closest to the bed. I look at the floor.
"Aero," he calls.
I look at him. Why isn't he eating?
We stare at each other for a few moments before he makes the noise again.
"Oh," I say softly. He doesn't know how to eat it. I walk over and sit in the other chair. I pick up one of the red ones and put it in my mouth. It's really simple. I offer him one as I chew mine.
He takes it and eats it. He seems pleased with the taste.
I watch him eat, not particularly paying attention to which ones he's eating.
After he had eaten a few, I notice that there is liquid on the corners of his eyes again and he seems in pain.
"M-milk. I need milk," he sputters, sticking hi tongue out of his mouth. It's pink.
I'm confused and worried. "Milk?" I question.
The liquid is steaming down his face now.
I'm not sure which one he had just eaten, so I put one of each on the table in front of me. He points to the orange one. Ah. Psyra had warned me that humans' taste buds are more sensitive than ours. I can barely eat that one, it's so spicy. He must be feeling hell. I nod to him and pour the drink the chef had left with the food into a glass. I hand him the glass.
He downs it immediately. It seems to have worked because he's sighing and saying something that sounds like a thanks.
I smile and he smiles back.
He eats the rest of the red and blue ones, leaning back with a content sigh when they're all gone. He opens his mouth and a sound comes out. It's different than the one he makes when he's hungry.
He looks at me and his face turns pink again. Why does his face keep turning pink? Humans are weird.
He points to the bed. Oh, he's tired. I nod.
He gets up and walks over to the bed. He crawls under the blankets and sighs. He sounds happy.
I get up and start putting out the candles before going to the closet. I remove my clothes and bandages, placing both in the box on the floor of the closet. I close the closet before walking over to the opposite side of the bed from where Tobais was lying. He lets out a breath when I sit down. Why was he holding his breath? I lay down under the blankets and close my eyes.
"Good night, Tobais," I say quietly. He hmms in response.
I don't fall asleep until Tobais' breathing sounds like it did when he was sleeping earlier.