Without looking, K'ile tossed another piece of cooked meat at Xha'li's salt. His eyes were on K'luha's eyes, watching the way the firelight flicked about differently in them. Her features seemed somewhat gaunt, but she was more awake than she had been last time he'd seen her. That was good. As her scent pressed forward through the oppressive stink of salted meat, the aching concussion receded to the base of his skull. One corner of his mouth plucked upward, and his ears shook. "Definitely. One second."
K'ile took a chunk of raw meat and set it to cooking, then turned to Xha'li. "Okay, time to cook like a grown-up for a few minutes. Just stick half of what you cook in that pot over there so it stays warm and juicy for tonight and then salt the other half so we can keep it around longer. Easy." K'ile's blue eyes flicked to K'deiki. "If he lights himself on fire, it was probably Azeyma's will."
Then K'ile stepped towards K'luha, reaching out to take one of her hands and leave with her. "Okay. I'm all yours. Well, at least as much as I'm allowed to be for now."
K'ile took a chunk of raw meat and set it to cooking, then turned to Xha'li. "Okay, time to cook like a grown-up for a few minutes. Just stick half of what you cook in that pot over there so it stays warm and juicy for tonight and then salt the other half so we can keep it around longer. Easy." K'ile's blue eyes flicked to K'deiki. "If he lights himself on fire, it was probably Azeyma's will."
Then K'ile stepped towards K'luha, reaching out to take one of her hands and leave with her. "Okay. I'm all yours. Well, at least as much as I'm allowed to be for now."
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