“It’ll take time to learn to catch one on your own but, till then I’m here. I’ll make sure you’ll always have something to eat.” Grabbing an apple he placed it in her hand. She could eat human food. “The rest of the week.”
The hybrid gazed at the apple nestled between the palm of her hands. It wasn’t a cup of O-, but she guessed it was a decent substitution. Rubbing the shiny exterior against her dress, Renesmee brought the apple to her lips and took a small bite of it. Her stomach rumbled in response.
❝ I don’t think my tummy likes apples, daddy.. ❞
Her withdrawal symptoms could be compared to a human’s: nausea, migranes, irritability, etc.
