Finally, when my breathing more or less evened out, he brought me over to the basket of food and pointed as though he was too scared to try to feed me himself again. I studied the plants inside, not really recognizing any of them. Was it safe for me to eat any? I mean, I get that these guys did, and I was starving, but I wasn’t used to this kind of food, whereas they had visibly evolved around it. I decided on what looked like thimbleberries and reddish trailing blackberries. When Rowe noticed I was favouring those two berries in particular, he started rummaging through the basket, looking for
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