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"Or just drink less," she said. 'Eat and I'll get the juice." Keth began to wake up and sat at the table.
 
Al'ika nodded. "Thanks, Flish. I'll be there in a few," she said. She rubbed her eyes and shielded them from the sun.
 
Keth mixed up a vile cup of something that smelled of hot sauce and other things. "Drink this," he said.
 
Al'ika drank the milk eagerly, the burn slowly dying down in her throat. She looked up at him. "What the hell was in that?" she asked.
 
"Hot sauce and stuff," he said. "Best not to know. How's Jep?" he said, trying to avoid the question.
 
"All Flish told me is that he's awake," Al'ika said, combing out her hair. "I never want that stuff again. . ."
 
Keth made himself scarce. Isep began to clean up after the breakfast. "You know he cares and that's why he made you that, right?"
 
Al'ika smiled and dressed quickly before heading out to Father Hallowbrooks. Upon entering, she kissed the priest's cheek. "How is he doing?"
 
"Still weak, but he's a lot better," he said. "He'll appreciate the company from someone who isn't trying to measure him as a partner for his daughter."
 
Al'ika laughed and went back and kissed Jep's cheek. "Hey there. . . you gave us a scare," she said, holding his hand.
 
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