After that, keeping her fed was a full time job. She had always had a hefty appetite, but now carrying a child kept her always in the mood to eat. Jarron happily obliged, glad that she was somewhat on the way back to being herself. But after a few weeks of seemingly nothing but catching seafood he grew wary and decided that now since she was regaining strength, it was time for her to walk again. The day came and he checked all her wounds thoroughly, to make sure none of them were still angry or open. Curiously she looked at him, wondering why he was so diligent in his scrutiny and then grunted in surprise when he proceeded to slip his arms under her knees and arm and pick her up carefully.
"What are you doing?!" she asked with a slight hint of fear in her voice.
"Don't worry lovely," Jarron soothed, "We are just going to get you back to your kick ass self. Starting with walking." He slowly made his way down the beach and stepped in the surf. He felt her tense up, and pecked her cheek with a quick reassuring kiss.
"Have you ever been in the water?" He asked.
She shook her head and he smiled, taking her out a little deeper and then setting her down on her feet, holding her underneath her arms. Evil actually smiled.