Chapter 142

I winced at the last statement and watched Christof closely. He stroked my cheek in comfort.

"She will live, Ciara," he whispered. "We will help you. Rest now, though. When it is time to eat again we will wake you."

We had a late supper inside the apartment after Hannah was fed next. My men had a new warm outfit to put me into. Nu-reeh had given it to them.

The new outfit was still flowing, blue, and nearly see through. It was made of the thick warm fabric we were used to and it was stitched with their symbol. The main difference was the top. The front was made of several loosely overlapping panels. I could wiggle a breast out and feed Hannah and still stay inside my clothes.

My men grudgingly admitted they would not have thought to order such a thing. Nu-reeh was a wise woman. They would have to thank her for her foresight.

I carried Hannah into the main room and felt much steadier walking. After several treatments with the cream my pain was greatly