"I expect you'll survive longer than most souls, Mia. So sleep for now. Your feet will heal, and you'll wake up hungry. Diogo or me will find you a forbidden fruit. Or, you know, some goort flesh to tide you over."

That was a lot of information that Mia couldn't contextualize at all. David could. But for now, she had to do what she could. Her feet would heal over night, and she'd wake up hungry? Fast healing, inducing hunger? She hadn't felt hungry since she'd died.

The rules in the afterlife were different. She'd have to learn them.

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~~Day 17~~

~~David~~

He woke up to the sounds...