Over the days that followed, as Sys grew stronger and they got to know each other, they danced around each other, not making eye contact, jumping whenever they inadvertently touched.
“You can’t be hungry again. You say you don’t eat every day, and then you start scoffing down everything in sight that can’t run away, and some things that can.”
Sys grinned. “I’m hungry,” he said simply.
“Well, we’re out of meat.”
“Thatss okay. I’ll hunt.”
“I’m not keen on you doing that.”
“Why?”
“I know we’