<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'">Kazuma watched Amell for a while, confused by the words. At least until Amell started pointing to the bed. Kazuma looked over to the mattress and frowned. He didn't want to get back in bed. Putting his hands on his hips, Kazuma shook his head. "No," he said firmly. "<i>My sword. Where is it?</i>" He asked again. Then sighed. How was he going to communicate that he wanted his weapon at his side without knowing how to say it? Amell handed him a bottle of something. Slowly, Kazuma took it. Before it had been water that Amell had given him, but this had a color to it. <br/>
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Kazuma brought it to his lips and took a very tentative sip of it. The taste was awful. He made a face and held the bottle away from him. He shook his head again. "No." At the word 'food', Kazuma perked up. He was hungry. The Oni prince hoped that the food in question would taste much better than the drink Amell had just tried to get him to consume. "Food good?" he asked, genuinely curious.</span>