A week had passed since he had come aboard the Crystal Ship, a strange, but not unpleasant existence. He had grown tired of his clothes’ hot dampness and shed most of them for the sake of comfort. Now he wore only a pair of grey undershorts that reached to mid-thigh. The hardest part was providing Rayne’s needs, keeping her clean and fed. After the first day, he had shown the ship what he required, and it had provided the necessary nutrition, albeit in weird shapes and tastes. Caring for a comatose person was not easy at the best of times, and here it was a full-time job. Each day he gathered strange food from the little garden that had sprung up around them and tackled the unpleasant task of making her eat it. Scrysalza provided tubes of soft paste to feed her, but, even so, his dislike for forcing it down her throat had led to her losing weight, and he tried to do better. After she ate, he massaged her arms and legs and stretched her muscles, then carried her to the lake to bathe her.
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