Chapter 46: The Husband Hunt (1)
"So this is what we're supposed to do together?
Vikir looked down, frowning.
In front of him, the camel cupped his chin in his hands and grinned broadly.
In front of him now was a steaming pile of bread, potatoes, boiled meat, and vegetables.
"You need to eat to stay strong. Here, eat."
Vikir pressed a hand to his forehead as the camouflage man practically shoved food at him.
They had been in the fort for over ten days now.
In that time, the camo had gotten over the grief of his brother's death.
But the way he'd gotten over it was causing Vikir quite a headache, ... because he'd been coming to the door of his quarters every day, demanding to eat with him.
Six times a day!
"...What kind of meals do you eat six times a day?"