Sleep was something he could not provide for either of them. There was too much work to be done, and these early days of recovery were important for saving lives and salvage both, before things washed too far out to sea.
But he could provide food - he was still a chef, after all - and here in the Court the damage had been comparably minor. The building still stood, and though the waves had washed high enough to flood, they had not been strong enough to destroy. They had turned the main building into a shelter, and the garden had become something of a command post.
There was not silence around them - not with the constant stream of people gathering healing water to distribute - but Hadama had requested some space around the place on the other side of the fountain where the Merfolk tunnel and pool provided his own access to the room. Privacy, at least as much as they could get while still remaining available for the next emergency.
"Eat," he urged his co-ruler, pushing a plate towards her. A thin, flat bread was wrapped around rice and fish and bell peppers, still warm from the fire beside the pool that he was painstakingly attempting to cook over.
The Tidepool Bar had gone the way of the Hanged Man, so he made do with what he could find.
"How are you, Flora?" He was concerned about her, and he watched her with weary, worried eyes. "And how are your fathers?"
But he could provide food - he was still a chef, after all - and here in the Court the damage had been comparably minor. The building still stood, and though the waves had washed high enough to flood, they had not been strong enough to destroy. They had turned the main building into a shelter, and the garden had become something of a command post.
There was not silence around them - not with the constant stream of people gathering healing water to distribute - but Hadama had requested some space around the place on the other side of the fountain where the Merfolk tunnel and pool provided his own access to the room. Privacy, at least as much as they could get while still remaining available for the next emergency.
"Eat," he urged his co-ruler, pushing a plate towards her. A thin, flat bread was wrapped around rice and fish and bell peppers, still warm from the fire beside the pool that he was painstakingly attempting to cook over.
The Tidepool Bar had gone the way of the Hanged Man, so he made do with what he could find.
"How are you, Flora?" He was concerned about her, and he watched her with weary, worried eyes. "And how are your fathers?"
