Silar took care of his property. Of his house. Of his animals. But who took care of him? Who took care of the man who didn’t have a table to eat at or a person to eat with? The man who didn’t even bother to bandage himself when he bled? I will. I would do it. I was his wife now and wives were supposed to poke and prod, help and heal, and if Silar didn’t like it then too fucking bad because he’d married a human woman and we were one hell of a stubborn breed.
