The only reaction that she can give him is a little nod paired with a passive tone. "And I suppose we're both lucky for that."
By the time she's done eating Natasha is exhausted, and she drags herself to the bedroom after glancing at him to see if he's going to protest. She doesn't know if he's been using the bedroom but it doesn't look like it; the bed is still made the way that she makes it, the way that she learned as a child. A part of her knows that she should be unsettled, sleeping with a stranger in the house, but what does she truly have to lose? She wasn't bluffing when she asked him if he was going to kill her. Natasha has little to wake up for now, save for the stranger currently in her living room.
The next morning she's up before the sun, and she goes through the morning process of making coffee and sitting outside to watch the sun rise through the trees. She's thinking about breakfast when she sees it, a squirrel scurrying around at the base of a large tree a few yards away, and the idea hits her suddenly. She sips her coffee before setting it down on the small table beside her chair, and she gets up to walk to the small shed beside the house outside.
She returns to the porch with a small hunting crossbow, and she waits for the critter to come back down before she has it loaded, aimed, and released within mere seconds. She hits it directly at the neck so it doesn't suffer, and she sets the crossbow down on her chair before going to retrieve the thing and bring it into the house.
Half an hour later she has a plate of eggs and a coffee mug filled with something that definitely isn't coffee.
The eggs are for her, and she calls out to him to see if he's around. "Jasper? I have something for you." If he is, she'll give him the drained blood now before eating, assuming that he prefers it still warm; it isn't glamorous but a boys gotta eat, and she's seen what happens when he hunts. She doesn't feel like moping.
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By the time she's done eating Natasha is exhausted, and she drags herself to the bedroom after glancing at him to see if he's going to protest. She doesn't know if he's been using the bedroom but it doesn't look like it; the bed is still made the way that she makes it, the way that she learned as a child. A part of her knows that she should be unsettled, sleeping with a stranger in the house, but what does she truly have to lose? She wasn't bluffing when she asked him if he was going to kill her. Natasha has little to wake up for now, save for the stranger currently in her living room.
The next morning she's up before the sun, and she goes through the morning process of making coffee and sitting outside to watch the sun rise through the trees. She's thinking about breakfast when she sees it, a squirrel scurrying around at the base of a large tree a few yards away, and the idea hits her suddenly. She sips her coffee before setting it down on the small table beside her chair, and she gets up to walk to the small shed beside the house outside.
She returns to the porch with a small hunting crossbow, and she waits for the critter to come back down before she has it loaded, aimed, and released within mere seconds. She hits it directly at the neck so it doesn't suffer, and she sets the crossbow down on her chair before going to retrieve the thing and bring it into the house.
Half an hour later she has a plate of eggs and a coffee mug filled with something that definitely isn't coffee.
The eggs are for her, and she calls out to him to see if he's around. "Jasper? I have something for you." If he is, she'll give him the drained blood now before eating, assuming that he prefers it still warm; it isn't glamorous but a boys gotta eat, and she's seen what happens when he hunts. She doesn't feel like moping.