Chapter 347

“The cooks said it would build your system,” Christof said. “They told us the healers had told them that you will be healthier eating food from your native world. This should be very good for you.”

There was unease on the faces around me. The idea that someone else was looking after my well-being was disconcerting. I was their responsibility and they were happy to take care of me.

“She will stop, you know.” I said quietly. “Once the boy is no longer inside of me, she won’t care if I live or die. You all have never been like that. I can always count on you all.”

The sentiment brightened them somewhat and everyone grinned.

“Eat,” Evan encouraged, patting my back, “this is good for you.”

The broth was thick and creamy, the meat chunks in my meal were certainly Paterian. I remembered my Grandmother had often spoken about the sweet potato and how healthy it was. Patting my belly, I hoped she was right.

After lunch Damien went to find the man with assig