When he showed up with a dead, bloodied chicken she closed her eyes at once and waited for the dizzying nausea to pass. He knelt beside her and silently handed her one of the squares. She ate it with no desire or hunger. “I managed to find the thing and kill it,” he told her when she could face the dead bird. “I must have hunted before. But I have never done the next bit.” “’Tis simple. Pluck and clean it,” she said, and realized she’d never had to do that either. After the servants had left them, her father had done that chore. “Go ahead,” he offered. They both gazed down at the scrawny body. She gingerly put a hand out and touched the bird. A slight breeze ruffled its feathers. She started and quickly drew her hand back as if she’d touched something live. “Same thing happened to me,” said Jas. “Scary, eh?” She looked up and met his gaze, and suddenly they both were laughing. They laughed so hard tears came to their eyes. “Huyo,” Jas gasped at last. “L-Liza, this doesn’t— Doesn’t make sense.
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