"Well, well." he said easily. "How are you feeling?" He asked gently. "Super is almost ready, so we'll be eating soon if you're hungry."

Ishtar nodded a little. "I think I could eat something," she said quietly.

"Good good." Daaj said. "The more you give your body the energy to heal, the faster you will." He said easily.

Ishtar nodded a little. "Alright," she whispered. "Did I hear your sister back?"

"She is back, and so is Teron." He said easily. "Don't worry, she apologized for her behavior earlier." He whispered.

Ishtar nodded a little. "That's good," she said quietly. "What are you making? It smells really good..."

"Well it isn't my cooking." He sighed a bit. "It's meat and potatoes or something rather grotesque, thick, and western." He chuckled a little.

Ishtar tilted her head a little. "Then... Teron is cooking?" she asked quietly. "You don't think it looks good?"

"It will be good. I just prefer light meals." he said softly. "And you should probably take it easy too okay?" He moved some hair from her face.

Ishtar smiled a little at him and nodded. "I will," she whispered.

Out in the main room, Teron banged a wooden spoon on one of the pots. "Food's up!" he called.

Daaj chuckled a little. 'Come, I'll help you out." He started to lift her up slowly and carefully.

***

Bianca smiled and sat down. "Smells quite good." She said lightly. "And finally something substantial. I don't think my brother understands the necessity for a little more then two aspargus stalks and some broth."

Ishtar swallowed a little, but nodded, holding onto him as he lifted her. She was still embarrassed to go out there in front of his sister like this, but she didn't have much of another choice.

***

Teron smirked a bit at her, but didn't say anything, knowing Daaj was coming. He didn't think he could handle yet another lecture. He sat down and passed her the mashed potatoes to get started on.

Bianca served herself heartily, as Daaj came out with Ishtar clinging to him. "Where do you want to sit?" He asked her softly.

Ishtar shook her head a little. "I don't care," she whispered.
Teron glanced up but calmly served himself, taking the drum legs off one of the small chickens.

Daaj sat her down. He didn't really have good furniture. He managed to sit her down in one of the small chairs and get a plate for her. "What do you want?"