Cecilia felt her strength drain the moment the euphoria and adrenaline ran out. The flood of power that had carried her through the final push receded like a tide pulling back from the shore, leaving her limp and trembling against the pillows.
To prevent her from experiencing a dangerous drop, Oathran immediately began feeding her.
Congee first, warm and savory, spooned gently past her lips. Then small bites of sweet things, dates, honeyed bread, a square of dark chocolate that melted on her tongue.
He had researched postpartum recovery obsessively even before he left and was now executing his carefully memorized plan.
Cecilia didn't even register what he was putting in her mouth. She simply chewed, swallowed, and opened her lips for the next bite, her eyes half-lidded with exhaustion and dazed bliss.
