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''We'll leave the door half-open.'' You say while giving Shigeko a hand. ''Your turn now.''
Her very first smile nestled on her unhealthy face. ''Alright, my lady.'' When she claps your hand... you realize you won't be helping her get on her feet. Shigeko gets up herself, even if she tries to make it seem otherwise.
<span class="mu-i">Damn it. Being short sucks.</span>
Your mother managed to prepare a few quick meals during the time Seyraphal took her drink. Nothing fancy was on display, each meal being adequately prepared ingredients with no thoughts spared for presentation.
''I-I don't think I can stop once I start.''
''Worry about eating for now, big girl.'' Your mother speaks without turning around. ''Rikard here is too kind for his own good, I can think of a few ways for you to repay us.''
That seems to finally convince your sickly guest. She hesitates for a moment with the utensil but her naturally big hands combined with the nigh-visible need to feed you can see on her face make her [d]devour[/d] a plate of meat, turnips, leeks, carrots, and potatoes big enough to fill your entire night.
That's how the true trial of your day behan. Feeding Shigeko became an ordeal that transformed your family into a well-oiled machine by necessity, the blue woman voracious appetite was worse than any mythical ogre. Your mom cooked, your dad made the plates and you brought them to Shigeko who'd often apologize for the troubles. <span class="mu-i">Poor girl even let out a few tears during her fest.</span> Then you'd bring back dirty dishes, quickly abandoning all ideas of cleaning them. You'd go out to your family well for freshwater as needed and whenever you found breathing room, you'd go observe Seyraphal.
The mothgirl breathing improved with the hours; what started as a heaving struggle had settled into a deep, profound noise heralding a good future.
You had no idea how many hours passed during your labor. Shigeko finally began to stop once the quantity of ingredients had diminished so much that <span class="mu-s">you'd need to return in a day or two</span> if there's any delay in the grocer delivery!
Shigeko had become almost catatonic, yet nothing hinted at the fact she might have eaten twice her weight in food. The girl almost slipped off the table, but your dad quick reflexes caught her before she outright crashed. Mumbling like a drunk, the patient was led into the guest room where your dad had previously laid out a pair of traveling sleeping bags.
''Ah, this man I swear.'' There was no venom in your mom's complaint.
