“It sounds like I should go downstairs and check on Brog,” I said, lifting my head. “Let me know when the locker room talk is done.” I leaned forward and lightly kissed Adam’s cheek. “Do you want me to bring anything back for you?”
“Something light to eat and more Oxy if you can find some.”
I nodded and shuffled out of the room. Downstairs, Brog crouched in front of the TV cabinet, looking at the food within.
“Are you hungry?” I asked softly. “I can make you something.”
He stood smoothly and shook his head.
“I am not hungry. I was checking what supplies you needed.”
“That’s so sweet of you, Brog.”
“Brog is not sweet,” Tor called from upstairs. “Adam is.”
I grinned and quietly promised Brog he was sweet, too. He grunted and glanced upstairs.
“I will go to Cassie and tell her Adam is awake and in pain.”
“Let’s let her sleep for a while longer. We already interrupted her sleep once tonight. What do you all do when you’re hurt and in pain?”
“We heal. After we left the caves, a hellhound attacked Ghua. It took him many days to recover, and he was in much pain. Eden eased his suffering by letting him lick her pussy.”
“I’m starting to see a theme here.”
Brog looked around the room.
“I see no theme.”
Amused, I shook my head and went to the kitchen for a glass of water. The fey were very literal. And significantly clueless about a lot of things. I was starting to understand how it would be easy for the people here to take advantage of them.
I refilled the glass for Adam and returned upstairs where Adam lay in bed with the covers pulled back. Water ran in the bathroom, giving away where Tor had gone.
“How you feeling?”
“Hurting,” he said honestly.
Tor emerged from the bathroom. He set the empty water bottle on the floor beside the bed and gave Adam a hard look.
“I will speak to Brog.” Tor glanced at me then left the room.
“What’s going on?”
Adam gave me a tired smile and patted the spot beside him.
“Tor’s upset that Brog mentioned Ghua’s pussy-licking addiction in front of you.”
Grinning, I curled up next to Adam, careful not to bump anything.
“They’re very open, aren’t they?”
“They are. Tor’s great, though. It makes me feel better that he’s here looking after you.”
“He’s looking after you, too, Adam.”
He closed his eyes, not commenting. Why did men have such a hard time accepting help?
“I think it’ll be better when we’re in Tolerance,” I said. “We’ll be closer to Cassie and medicine.”