Vert was awake by the time he walked in, letting out a small mumble of appreciation when she saw Rito arrive. She could always rely on him to look after her. And while the food might be taken later, for now she just reach for the bottle.

A bottle of warm milk. Complete with a rubber nib. Babyish? Yes. Did Vert care? No. Like someone a fraction of her age, she clasped the warm vessel in both hands as she lay on her back, starting to suck and swallow greedily.