Amora opened an eye when she heard footsteps. She pushed herself upright, finding her mouth watering uncontrollably when he put a bowl of the good smelling stew in front of her. She looked up at him, then snatched up the bowl and had her fill. She didn't wait for it to cool, so it burned her mouth, but she could care less. Getting actual food was so much better than laying there right next to it for a couple hours, knowing you couldn't even touch it without being yelled at, if not struck.<br/><br/>The sound of the door slamming open startled her enough to drop the bowl on her lap. At least she had downed the last of the stew before then. She picked it up before her master noticed, glancing at the demon, gasping to regain his breath. 'What could have scared him?' she thought, putting the bowl down beside her when Midnight beckoned. She couldn't help but look at her leg; it was slightly bigger than before, and felt tender. She wasn't about to complain about it though.<br/><br/>She slowly stood, biting her tongue to keep her attention on her teeth digging into the soft tissue rather than the terrible burning sensation in her leg. She took a tentative step, certain it would make her collapse from pain, but little pain arose. She looked back up at her master cautiously, hoping they wouldn't be walking far and fast that night.