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Safe at Last..........or am I? ( Angel + Josu_T )

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Angel216

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Gloria stumbled in the dry, desert sand, a plume of dust going up with each step. The sun bared down on her and she was exhausted, it seemed like she had been running for days, but it had only been a day and a half. Her lips were cracked, dry and splitting, and her skin, along her arms, and her face was red with a severe sunburn. She looked up, squinting her eyes, she saw a tree ahead of her, and for a moment she grew desperate, running and stumbling towards it, hoping for some shelter. She also was panicked, what if the tree was just a mirage, her imagination playing a cruel trick on her mind. She got to the tree, and touched it, it was real and she let out a cry as she fell to the ground beneath it, the shade offering some form of relief.

She curled up in the cool sand, trembling slightly, she didn't want to die, not yet. Yet, her eyes were fluttering and she was weak, sunburned, and dehydrated. She could remember the night she had left Rome, she had ran all night, with just a small pack of clothes, and wearing light brown moccasins to make her footsteps silent, with a pair of white cotton pants, and a white cotton shirt. She had, had to run from the King, he treated his slaves the worse, he abused them and she didn't to be a slave to him, so she had ran the night before the day she was supposed to be given to him.

She had been trained since the time she was but a young girl of 15 years old, starting off with oral, and as she grew older slowly shifting to other ways of pleasuring a male. Then the day after she had turned 20, she was informed that she was to be given to the king within a day's time and the King was eager for her as she was a real beauty. With gravity defying C-34 breasts that bounce with each step, rise with each breath. Curves, with broad hips, a broad, round, bottom that swooped and blended into two toned and yet slim legs. She had been kept on a special diet of fruits and vegetables, gaining protein from specific vegetables and she had also been kept on a routine, where she was to run three miles every day up until her 20th birthday. This way she always was healthy, her juices of arousal tasted delicious, and she stayed fit. She stood at about 5'7" and had long, fiery red curls that reached down and curled near the top of her tail bone, Her piercing grey eyes were sharp, and were accented by skin the color of smooth caramel, a natural blush over her high, elegant cheek bones, with a scattering of freckles that sprinkled her face. She had lush, plump lips, slightly parted with her effort of breathing, dark red in color to stand out against her skin. Though, she had been trained, no one had dared take her virginity. They had wanted her to stay fresh and tight for the King, so instead, they just taught her techniques, and gave her tips for when it came time when the King would take her for the first time. So her lower lips remained tight, glowing, like the petals of a rose, and slightly, constantly glistening. Her smile was a pearl white that was framed by two dark, soft rose petals and by smooth, creamy skin and right now.

She panted, it was hot and the shade offered little protection, but she was weary and exhausted from running in the desert with no water, no food, and very little to survive on. Her eyes fluttered closed and her breathing slowed down as darkness and sleep fell upon her and her last thoughts were, "I don't want to die, not yet."
 
Toman sat high on his horse, riding through the desert. He was moving at a decent pace, but not pushing the horse. There was still some distance left to travel and he didn't want the horse to be exhausted. He didn't want to be in the sun for too long either. It was a delicate balance, but he did have plenty of water left in his waterskins. Plus he had plenty of food, returning home from a trip to buy supplies not available near his home.

He aimed for the landmarks that he knew so well. The tree on the hill was one of them. From there an outcropping of rocks and then from there he could see the city wall. He saw the tree and went a little faster. He was excited to get home. He needed a rest. His life had been a little out of control lately. He was the sole heir of his father who had died a year earlier. That was when everything had started to go downhill. He'd had to focus on learning how to do his father's duties running a large group of mercenaries. He had money and a nice home and he was only 25. His family was well off. Not extremely wealthy, but far from poor. They could even afford a couple of servants. However, his father's servants were freed upon his death as per his instructions. The stress of taking over for his father exhausted Toman. Then the woman he had been set to marry died as well. A deadly disease had taken her. Toman had cared for her and her death had hurt him deeply. For months he sulked. It was only in the past month that he had started to pull things back together. He had started to train in fighting again, getting back into top shape. That helped him calm his mind.

As he neared the tree he slowed down. He leaned back and stretched. He was tall, 6'4", with broad shoulders. As a fighter and a solider if needed he was fit and his body was toned. He had short brown hair and blue eyes. His skin was tanned and tough, glistening with sweat. He was heating up, but he had extra water. He took some and poured it over his head, cooling himself off. He shook his head to clear off any excess water. Then he looked at the tree. He was surprised when he saw something at the base of the tree. It looked strange. He leapt from his horse and realised it was a person. He rushed over to them and knelt there. He took a close work and realised it was a woman. Closer inspection showed she was still alive, but barely. He quickly got some water and brought it to her. He pulled her into his lap and carefully got some water down her throat even as she lay there unconscious. Her body started to look better, but to make sure she recovered fully she needed more. He brought her to his horse and carefully set her on it before getting on himself. He held her carefully and rode. Heading toward the next landmark.
 
Gloria was slipping deeper into the sleep, her pulse becoming faint, and her heartbeat pattering and stuttering as she burned with fever. She was too weak to even move and so she just allowed sleep to take her, her breathing became shallow and labored. Then, her body felt a new sensation, cool liquid pouring down her throat, did she die and go to heaven? No...........maybe, she wasn't sure, but still she couldn't stir from her sleep, but the way the liquid was poured into her throat made it so she wouldn't choke on it. It was water, that much she was sure of now, and thoughts sprang into her nearly lifeless mind, questions, though she remained unconscious. She was subconsciously aware that someone was holding her and panic seized her, was it possible that the King's guards and goons had her and was taking her back. She didn't want to go back, but she was too weak to even open her eyes, to weak to move, the only movement came from her fingers twitching slightly. The water had helped her parched throat and her lips, and it also regenerated her cells, gave them a bit of energy to reproduce and recreate cells that had died in her weakened state.

Though, her skin still burned with a sunburn and a fever combined, drops of sweat rolled down her forehead and though her breathing still remained labored, it wasn't as shallow as it was before. Her heartbeat sped up, but it still stuttered out a strange rhythm and she tried to will herself to at least open her eyes, to move, to do something. She managed to close her fingers and press them against her palm, but even that took too much energy and a weak moan left her throat, her voice hoarse, yet, her eyes refused to open as she let herself drift back into sleep, her eyes fluttering once before they closed and she slept without movement for a while.
 
Toman noticed her body getting more responsive as they went, gradually appearing to get better. He had the horse going as quick as it could without bouncing them too much. He felt a smooth ride would be better. It didn't take long to get to the rock outcropping. From there he could see the city wall and he went for it, going directly to the gates. He heard a sound from her, but then she went limp again. He sighed and just hoped she would be ok. He got her into the city and weaved between people on the way to his home. When he arrived he very carefully got off the horse and then got her down.

He carried the young woman into his home and set her down on his own bed. He did his best to make sure she would be comfortable with her upper body raised a little. Then he gave her some fresh, cool water. After that he dampened a cloth and placed it on her head to cool her down while he rinsed off the rest of her. He could see she was burnt and that would take time to heal. He left her for a minute to find someone who could call the doctor for him. Then he returned to attend to her. He did all he could, but when the doctor arrived he started to provide medicine for her burns and another medicine to help sooth her and heal her. Toman stayed by her side, ready to do anything to help her get better and hoping she would wake up.
 
Gloria could feel some bounces, but she wasn't completely there, only in her subconscious was she actually somewhat aware. Yet, so many questions raced through her head and then she felt a bed beneath her. She sighed, her eyes fluttering as they grew heavier, her muscles loosening up with the comfort of a bed and again the question that burned through her mind that she wasn't able to ask was if she was brought back and returned to the King, she hoped not, but at least she was resting. Then, she felt somebody, or something prop her up and she felt the cold water slide down her throat, her fingers twitched and she tried to concentrate, managing to make the motion of swallowing which helped as it got more water to her system. She let out a weak groan as she felt a cold cloth against her forehead and a cold cloth patting along the length of her arms, shoulders and face where she was burned the worse. Shivers went through her as her eyes fluttered again, but closed and she went limp once more, weary and exhaustion pulling her body down. She was still groggy from her weakened state, but she was slowly regaining energy and strength.

She heard two sets of footsteps and felt someone applying gel-like lotion to the areas that were burned and another thick gel-like medicine as she let out another groan, her strength slowly returning until her eyes fluttered open, she looked around, her gray eyes flickering from one foggy and blurry face to another, there were only two people here. She tried to speak, a word, muffled and barely coherent came from her, her voice still hoarse, "how......?" She blinked her eyes, slowly her vision returning, though, her heartbeat was still a bit off, her breathing had returned to normal. She blinked again, neither of the two men at her bed side looked like the King or any of his guards, or anyone she knew. She managed to croak out again, her words only coming out clipped and short, in one-worded sentences as her mind regained strength and energy and tried to piece together the puzzle as she asked, "who..........?" She blinked again, a slight tremble going through her as she tried to sit up, she was still too weak for much movement as her eyes flickered between the two, wondering who they were as questions burned and raced through her mind.
 
When he saw her eyes starting to open he felt relief. Toman stayed by her side, ready for anything. The one word was wonderful to hear, but he knew there was a long way for her to go to get better. Then came another word and he smiled at her. She tried to sit, but he lightly held her so she couldn't. It wasn't a good idea for her to strain herself. He waited for her to relax again, then he spoke softly. "Hi, glad to see you awake. My name is Toman. I found you under a tree and you were unconscious. I brought you here to my home to take care of you. This man here is a doctor. We were a little worried about you, so seeing you awake is a great sign. But you're in no shape to get up right now. Just stay here, relax, and let us help you."

He gave her another smile and moved back a little so the doctor could get close. The doctor knelt next to her and took a closer look. Now that she was awake he could really figure out what she needed so she could heal quickly. Toman knew she might have questions, but those could wait for a while. There was no need to rush, at least not in his mind. He wanted to know who she was and why she had been under that tree, but that would definitely wait.
 
Gloria felt a hand on her shoulders, holding her back from sitting up and she realized that was probably a good thing as she was too weak still to move or attempt to sit up. She relaxed again, looking between the two people and then she looked to Toman as he spoke and her brow furrowed as she nodded slowly in understanding as she relaxed and looked at the doctor as he came closer. She still had so many questions, but knew that she had to conserve her energy, and talking would just use up her energy. She closed her eyes again, took a deep breath and then opened them again, and besides of that her throat was still sore and hoarse, so talking would only hurt her more. She gave a small, timid smile back at Toman, though, it was weak. She looked back at the doctor, blinking and wondering if she would be okay.

However, she was happy that she didn't die and even happier that she wasn't back with the King, but she wondered if Toman found out who she was and who she belonged to would he take her back. A small moan came from her again, she hoped not, but she wasn't sure as she relaxed and allowed herself to just rest on the bed and the pillows. Her eyes closed again, she was tired still, but slowly was waking up, as she opened her eyes again and looked between the two people in the room, one who's name was Toman.
 
Toman stayed in the room, but let the doctor do his work. He wasn't really needed so he just sat there, waiting and watching as the doctor took care of the girl. Toman could tell that she was younger than he was, but not too much. She was an adult. She was also very attractive and he couldn't help but enjoy looking at her body, though he did so discretely. Her clothing confused him and he wasn't sure who she was. They looked more like the clothes of a servant than something someone with money and freedom would choose to wear. He wasn't going to jump to conclusions though. He needed to learn more about her.

After a while the doctor got up and explained that he had done all he could. Toman thanked the man and escorted him out. Then he returned to the bedroom. He brought water and some food for her and knelt next to her once more. He started by getting her water, hoping that it would help her throat. Then he offered her some food, though he wasn't sure what she might be able to handle.
 
Gloria was still incoherent enough to notice the small glimpses and glances that Toman threw her way, and she just laid her head back, with each passing second her strength was returning, her eyes now able to stay open. Still she was far from stable as she saw the two men leave, she looked at the door, smelling food, and her stomach gurgled, but she wasn't sure if her body would be able to handle food. She saw Toman walk back in and set her up, helping her drink the water as she swallowed it and then looked at the food. Her stomach growled and she knew that she would have to eat slowly, but then again, it wasn't food that she was used to, she was kept on a diet of fruits, vegetables and breads so that she wouldn't taint herself with the taste of other foods, and this was soup, chicken noodle soup. She bit her lower lip, hesitating before she finally reached for the spoon in the bowl, the heat would help sooth her throat, but her hand was shaking. She managed to grab the spoon, lifting it to her mouth as she sipped the hot broth down, her hand was shaking and so some spilled on her white, cotton clothing.

She made a small gasp and looked down at her clothing distraught, but then she had to remember that she wasn't with the guards who would punish her if she was a messy eater and had gotten her clothes dirty. She reached to take another bite, taking it slow and easy as she knew that if she ate too fast she would just throw it back up. Her hand was beginning to shake less as she reached the fourth bite and she looked at him as she murmured, her voice a little less hoarse than before, "Help me, please?" She asked, though, she still wasn't able to speak coherent statements, she managed to speak three words in one sentence and she looked at him, trying to reach to take another bite.
 
When she started to eat he smiled and watched her. When she spilled he held in a small laugh and let her continue eating. She seemed worried about it though. When she asked for help he nodded. He took the spoon from her and carefully scooped up some broth and raised it to her lips. He started to help her eat her meal. He took his time, letting her rest between each spoonful. He didn't want her to get sick. He continued to help her until she indicated she'd had enough. Then he put down the bowl and let her relax. He sat there next to her, ready to do whatever she needed or to answer questions if she was finally able to speak.
 
Gloria smiled as he scooped the broth and she sipped it until she was feeling better, full and filled and then she gave a slight shake of her head. Her throat had stopped hurting and her energy level, though, not quite stable or high, was pretty good compared to when she first got here. She was no longer trembling and finally she felt ready to ask a few questions as she looked at him, "My....my name is Gloria, your name is Toman, but how did you find me? Where did you find me?" She was still struggling to make a coherent sentence and had to think about each word carefully before she said it and she didn't remember much, but she did remember that she was supposed to be given as a slave to the King of Rome today and she had fled, but beyond that point, she couldn't remember much else.
 
When she started to speak Toman smiled at her. She had a very nice name. He made a quick mental note so he would remember it. She asked how he'd found her and he gently placed a hand on her shoulder. He looked into her eyes and when she was done speaking he started to talk softly. He wanted to make sure he wasn't intimidating at all. "It is nice to finally hear you speak Gloria. That is a beautiful name. Anyway, I found you in the desert. I'm guessing that you had been walking for a long time all alone and without water. I didn't check your footprints, but it has to be what happened. Because I found you under a large tree and you were unconscious. I had my horse, so I was able to carry you here to my home. You can rest and recover here as long as you want or need."
 
Gloria nodded slowly as she blushed at the compliment, and murmured, "Well, thank you, but why are you being so kind to me?" She asked, she wasn't accustomed to kindness, slaves often didn't receive kindness as she bit her bottom lip, it was still slightly dry and cracked, but she chewed on it in thought as she looked at him. He didn't know a thing about her besides what her name was and she was sure he had questions, she didn't want to lie to this kind man, but if she told him the truth he might take her back to the King. She shook her head slightly at the thought as she looked back over at him and smiled softly.
 
Toman was a little surprised by her questioning his kindness. He smiled at her and offered her some more water. Then he spoke again. "Why wouldn't I help you? You were in need and I came across you. Is there a reason I shouldn't be helping you? I know your name, but who are you and why were you there in the desert without any water or supplies?" He looked into her eyes, very curious about her. He wasn't sure how much she would say, but any details about her would certainly be good to know. He kept the water where she could get it if she wanted it, and the soup was close at hand as well.
 
Gloria took the water and took several drinks of it as she gulped it down and she listened as he spoke. Her eyes widened slightly as he asked who she was and why she was in the desert. She didn't feel ready to tell him, and besides how did she know she could trust this man, he was being nice to her now, had saved her from imminent death, and was sheltering her but if she told him the truth, would he turn on her?? It was a chance she decided not to take for now, as she pulled the cup down after finishing the water and she murmured, "well......I......." She was a terrible liar, very terrible and her eyes adverted away from him as she bit her lower lip, chewing on it and pulling it between her teeth as she murmured, "I guess I was just traveling and I.........I'd forgotten supplies at home."

It was then that she heard a small commotion outside, hooves clobbering over the cobblestone streets and she sat up in bed, looking to the windows as she strained to hear. She heard a clank of metal as someone got of the horse, and then she heard an announcement. "People of Rome, or rather the outskirts of Rome, we are searching for someone who ran away from the city, we presume she ran away last night, her name is Gloria and if she is returned there will be a gracious reward for the one who returned her, thank you and that is all." Then she heard the clank of metal, clobbering steps of several horses and she knew they had left. She cringed and laid back against the pillow as she looked to Toman, wondering if he had heard the announcement as she swallowed hard in fear and pulled the covers up over her head, wishing she could somehow hide, unsure of what he would do, or if he had heard the announcement.
 
Toman didn't believe her. No one would make that trip without bringing supplies. The nearest place of any size was too far away. Anyone from any of the smaller places would have an animal to ride on. If someone forgot supplies they would realise it soon in the desert and then they would return home to get what they needed. It was a horrible lie and it bothered him a little, but it was clear she had a secret to keep. He wasn't going to push her to tell him, at least not yet. He didn't need to wait though. Shortly after she spoke there was the announcement and he heard it clearly. He looked down at her and thought for a couple of minutes without speaking.

After some thought he reached out and pulled the sheet down to uncover her head. Then he spoke to her in a calm, clear voice that held some sympathy. "Don't you worry, I am not some loyalist for the king. I am not about to turn you in simply because he is asking. I run a group of mercenaries, so I take whichever side offers me the most. Which brings me to the more important part. He is offering money for you. Why shouldn't I turn you in?" He was already piecing things together about why she had run. The men outside had talked about her as if she was an animal that had run away. Or a lost piece of property. Then there were her clothes. He was really beginning to understand, but he avoided jumping to conclusions.
 
Gloria heard him fall silent for a few moments, but to her it felt like an eternity, her heartbeat had sped up and panic had seeped into her system. She saw him pull the covers down as she listened to him as he begin to speak and she almost sighed in relief when he said he wasn't a loyalist to the king, but she heard him continue as she heard his question. Her heart picked up speed again as she bit her lower lip, trying to think, what could she offer him? She frowned, her brow furrowing as she already knew the answer, but she had just escaped slavery, she wanted to be free, but it was between the King and him. She chewed on her lower lip as she finally murmured, "okay....the truth is.......I'm a slave. But..........not any type, since the time I was born, I was chosen, but it wasn't until my 15th birthday, that my training had begun. I've been trained to pleasure a man, a male for 5 years, and also how to service another person in other ways. I...........I can offer you my services if you don't turn me in, please...........I know what the King does to his slaves, he.......he abuses them, the abuse brings he power. I committed treason, if I.......I go back they'd surely hang me for treason, or.........or the king would beat me until I was black and blue, please." Her lower lip trembled, and her voice cracked on the last word as tears rolled down her face as she looked at him, trying to keep the tears from flowing, but they just kept falling.
 
He simply watched her in silence as she nervously thought of what to say. Then when she admitted what she was he simply nodded slightly. It was as he had expected. As she continued to explain he understood more and more why she had run away and he was more interested in her. As she started to cry he also felt bad for her. She hadn't done anything to deserve the life she had. However, if he was going to risk his own life by hiding her he needed something in return. Her offer appealed to him very much and he smiled softly. He reached out and lightly placed his hand against her cheek. "I won't turn you in. I have been in need of a servant for some time and I think you would do nicely. Your...training...will be put into good use here. I will treat you far better than the king ever would. You won't have to worry about your life while you are with me. However, I expect that your services will continue until the time comes that I decide to release you and no sooner. If you leave without my permission I will hunt you down and turn you in. You won't escape from me as easily as you did the king. If you don't follow my instructions I will have to punish you, but trust that it won't be as harsh as the king's punishments would be. I think we will get along very well. Now rest and get better. Your service won't begin until you are fully healed."
 
Gloria bit her bottom lip, as slowly the last of the tears rolled down her face as she felt him place his hand against her cheek. She looked at him as he begin speaking and she chewed on her lower lip, she wanted to be free, but she also knew that he would be committing treason if he hid her. He was putting his life on the line as well and she knew that she needed to give something in return as she nodded in understanding. A sharp shiver ran down her spine as he said that if she tried to run or leave without his permission that he would turn her in and she nodded again in understanding. She didn't want to go back to the King and she would stay with him as she murmured, "okay, th..thank you." She felt her eyes closing again, she was weary and tired still from her ordeal in the desert and soon she had fallen back to sleep.
 
He nodded and smiled as she agreed. Then he made his way out of the room. He let her sleep there. He would rest somewhere else in his home. He was a little tired, but he wouldn't move her out of his bed. She needed it more than him. He made a quick meal for himself and then he relaxed in a comfortable seat as he started to eat. He thought about Gloria and the sudden change to both of their lives. He could only hope that she would continue to appreciate what he had done for her and that she wouldn't cause problems for him. He didn't want to have to be too strict with her. He had to keep his promise of being kinder and more gentle than the king would be. Or at least the rumors of the king. Over all he was happy though. She was certainly attractive and her training would almost guarantee she was a good servant for him. He smiled to himself and after he finished eating he moved to a comfortable place where he could lay down. He got settled and then drifted off to sleep.
 
Jasmine slept peacefully as she rolled over a few times in her sleep, only to whimper in pain, she was sunburned and she had to remember to take it easy. There were a few times that she stirred in her sleep, sat up and looked around, confused as to where she was at, before she'd fall back on the bed and fell back to sleep once more. Then she woke up, her eyes opening as she saw the sun peeking through the windows as she yawned and stretched, her voice was no longer hoarse and she could form coherent thoughts in her mind, but she was still severely sunburned. She sat up in bed and looked around and then she swung her legs over the side of the bed, resting them on the floor as she stood up and walked into the kitchen, looking around the home, and wondering where Toman would be.
 
Toman was sleeping in one of the spare rooms. He woke up shortly after Gloria did. He stretched and yawned before getting up and moving into the main part of the house. He saw her there in the kitchen and smiled at her. He was glad to see her out of bed. That was a great sign. He moved to the fridge and opened it, pulling out some food to make breakfast. Then he looked at her again. "Good morning. Glad to see you up. Sit and relax, I'll make you some breakfast. I don't expect you to start working yet. I'll let you heal first. It will also be a good chance for us to get to know one another." He smiled and got to work making breakfast for both of them.
 
Gloria heard him wake up and walk into the kitchen as she turned to look at him, flushing a deep red to match her sunburnt cheeks. She smiled sheepishly, and a bit nervously as she nodded and moved to sit down, wincing in pain as her deep red upper arms rubbed against the fabric of the seat. She murmured, "Thank you." And she watched him cooking as she fiddled with a fork in front of her, unsure of what to talk about or how to address him. She knew his name was Toman, but as a slave, she'd been trained to address her Master as Sir, Master, or My Lord and she wasn't sure if he wanted to be addressed as all of those names or just one as she bit her bottom lip and chewed on it slightly, pulling it between her teeth as she watched him cooking and she dragged her fingers through her long fiery red hair, trying to untangle it as she worked and pulled the tangles free, wincing slightly as she continued, until her hair was smooth. However, she longed for a shower or a bath, she was dirty from the desert and stunk of sweat that had dried on her skin from the heat and she wanted to clean herself as she watched him and shifted in her seat.
 
Toman focused on cooking. He glanced at her on occasion, but didn't realise that she was wondering what to call him. It didn't take him too long to finish cooking and when he was done he put the food on two plates. He set one down in front of her along with something to drink. Then he sat across from her with his own meal. He smiled softly. "Enjoy the meal. When we're done I will show you around the house. I'll have to decide on where you will sleep and I'll need to get you some new clothes and furnishing for your room, but that doesn't need to be done right now. I'm sure first you will want to get clean. You can bathe or shower and I can wash your clothes for you. Then we'll get something to help you with those burns. After that we can think about what would be best to do next." He left it at that and started to eat. After a few bites he came to the same thought that she'd been having and he looked into her eyes again. "Oh, and when you talk to me you can call me whatever you want, just be formal whenever you feel it is appropriate. If you are doing a job for me or if they moment calls for something formal. Definitely when I have guests. But at times like this you don't have to be too formal."
 
Gloria smiled as he set the food down and she looked at it, poking it with a fork, before she took a bite. She smiled, and chewed slowly, savoring the taste of it as she begin to eat, and chased it down every so often with her drink. She was so accustomed to eating tasteless vegetables, fruits, and the occasional meats and breads, but this was something different and so she was going to enjoy it while she could. She nodded as he explained what they would do for the day as she blushed slightly and nodded in understanding. She continued eating, going slowly as her body was unaccustomed to these types of foods and she knew that if she ate too fast, she would be sick. She heard his next words and she nodded again as she murmured, after finishing another forkful, "oh....okay, thank you, Toman." She said, testing the name out and rolling it around in her mind, as she went back to eating and had soon finished as she looked up at him.
 
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