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The truth was with everything that had occurred in the last god knew how many hours I’d ignored my need for food.

Now that I felt relaxed and things had settled down, I was suddenly starving. For food, of course.

I sighed and let my eyes flit to Trex’s handsome profile.

Yeah, right. Just hungry for food, my ass.

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Trex

FLUTZ. I WAS ALREADYfailing my K’sha by not taking better care of her. Who knows when the Zinids would have last given her any kind of sustenance? I shook my head, disappointed with myself.

“I should have made sure you were given food as soon as you came aboard. It is I who am at fault. Come with me. I will see that you are fed.” I stated.

Leading her down the hall, I stayed close, but not close enough to scare her. Staring straight ahead, I could feel her gaze on me now and again.

Was she waiting for me to speak?

My experience with humans was nil. I’d met a couple of humans once or twice but never spoken to them.

All my opinions and knowledge of them came from stories I heard from members of my crew or others at space stations.

Finally, my muddled brain started working, and I spoke up. “Is everything going well for you in your quarters?” I inquired, leading us toward the galley.

I gave her a brief glance.

“Yes. Thanks. Being clean again feels great.” She briskly rubbed her arms.

“Do you feel cold?” There was a rumble in my chest.Trex, you are a flutzing grik. It is obvious she is cold.

“Yeah.. I mean...the ship feels cooler than what I’m used to.” Grace shivered next to me.

The temperature on the ship was comfortable for me, but I was used to it. “My quarters are nearby. I’ll make you some clothing if you come with me,” I offered.

Grace blushed, and I saw her pupils dilating once more. Her scent also changed, becoming sweet to where I could almost taste her on my tongue.

She pondered, scratching her head. “Um. No, thank you. I don’t think that’s a good idea.” She glanced to the floor.

Her verbal and nonverbal communication were contradicting each other. I grimaced. Humans were confusing, but she was probably right. “On second thought. Stay right here. I will be back soon.”

“Thank you,” she nodded.

I wasted no time and went straight to my quarters, grumbling about my limited knowledge of human females.

The replicators in our rooms were capable of producing clothing items, but I was uncertain about the appropriate size for her.

“Human sized trousers,” I said to the rooms A.I.

“State size and color,” it responded.

I growled as I swept my hand down my face. I had no clue about her clothing size.

“Human female size.”

It took a few tries, but eventually, I had a pair of trousers in my hands that I thought might fit Grace.

Grabbing a warm blanket from one of the chairs, I hurried back to her.