Some unexpected visitors arrive.

The next weeks saw the snow really start to billow, and the temperature fall even farther.

The snow was piling up outside, but the unorthodox family had plenty of warmth inside.

John and Kira stayed in a room together, as they had for quite a long time, and now Ralph and his daughter Grace shared a room. They enjoyed a few weeks of sexual freedom as the cold set in, some of them not worried at all, but Grace was worried. Was the freeze going to end soon?

One morning she sat at an upstairs window wrapped in a warm blanket, and she watched the snow pile up, as John walked up.

“I was reading one of your books on weather changes, is this an ice age starting up?” She asked quietly, not wanting to wake the others. “I mean, do we know if this will stop, or when?”

John sat next to her, “we don’t know Grace, there isn’t really a way to predict it, other than knowing historical patterns. I know of some of them, but I don’t think we have that in our library in the basement.” He replied. “We just finished the last major ice age, and we should have been headed to an extended warming period. Well we have been warming, and it should have lasted for a few hundred thousand years at least, but it was interrupted.”

“The volcano and a lot less humans…” she replied.

“A lot less of everything,” he said quietly. “We lost a lot of species over the last two hundred years, not just the majority of humans. There is no way to predict how the planet will react,” he replied. “Back when I was young, there were millions of cars running every day, causing pollution, trains, boats, planes, all sending harmful emissions into the air, and that has now been gone for a long while. We were in a correction before the big volcano blew up.”

“This could be brief, as in months, or be a ‘little ice age’ that might last twenty or thirty years, or this could end up with a mile of ice above us and last a million years.”

“Well fuck…” she replied. “We are a bit far north for that I think, do we need to be worried?”

John wasn’t listening at the moment, he was staring off into the distance a bit, as he saw a couple of people walking towards their property in the snow.

“Who have we here?” John asked himself, speaking softly.

Grace then saw the figures in the snow, her vision wasn’t nearly what John‘s was.

“Do we need to worry about them?” She asked, and he gently placed a hand on her shoulder to calm her.

“I don’t think so,” he replied as he walked away and down a sturdy flight of stairs.

They had reinforced the house they were living in, the centerpiece of a compound of buildings, now all connected by tunnels not far underground. It had added insulation, and then an extra external layer added on. It had been built to be secure, and as a by product was very warm when needed.

John found his daughter Kira downstairs, in the kitchen with Ralph brewing some coffee for everyone.

“Grab some cold weather gear, we have some visitors,” John said, not seeming to be alarmed. And he not being alarmed set the others at ease, even if Ralph grabbed a pistol and tucked it into his belt under his coat before he walked out.

The four of them met the two visitors not far from the gate to their compound. It was mid morning so it was bright, but the snow was falling and it was cold and very windy.

Kira‘s first thought was that Amber had found them, and it was her and one of the twins, but soon she was sure it was not. The glow she saw on them, something her and her father could detect and not many others among them, told her they were people like them. But she couldn’t tell who, which surprised her, as there had never been very many people of their type.

She knew that four of them in their compound. John and Kira, as well as Ralph and Grace.

Then there was Amber and the twins, she didn’t know where they were, but she could see from the size of these two neither of them could possibly be on of the twins, both of whom were 6’4” or taller and built powerfully. These two figures were shorter and thinner.

Also there was Celeste and her son as well, but they were somewhere in North America, hopefully alive.

As the two figures got closer she saw they were both wearing old world style winter coats, and had large backpacks, they had been walking for a while.

“Can we help you? John asked warmly, still not seeing them as a threat.

One of them got close and lifted her goggles and lowered the mask covering her face, and it was an older black woman, perhaps in her fifties. Kira squealed in joy and ran to hug her, wrapping her in a powerful hug.

Just then the other of them took off the hood of her winter coat and took off her mask and goggles. Ralph and Grace just saw two older black women, but now John saw what his daughter had seen.

Before them stood some very old friends and lovers, Beyoncé and Zendaya, after all these years. Somehow they had been changed, somehow they had survived, but also somehow they had aged. Where the rest of them tended to get visibly younger, Beyoncé and Zendaya had visibly aged, and did not seem as healthy as before.

“We have been looking for you for a very long time Doctor, Kira…” Zendaya said, pulling the hood of her coat back, they saw she was relieved, but crying, the tears frozen on her face. “Beyoncé is injured, we need your help doc.”

“Come on, let’s get inside,” Kira said happily. “Let’s get you two warm, and get you something to eat…”

They all got inside, with Beyoncé moving stiffly, with Zendaya helping her along.

Soon enough their visitors were out of layers of heavy winter clothing. Zendaya undressed first and seemed thinner than before, and then she helped Beyoncé out of her heavy clothing, and Beyoncé was even thinner than Zendaya.

Zendaya was carrying a lot of weight, more than Beyoncé, she had some knives on her, a katana that looked quite old, and a bow and arrow of all things, an old compound bow. Somehow still appearing to be functional.

Beyoncé had two black eyes and some bruising on her forehead, and Zendaya had a bruise on her cheek, her nose looked swollen and she had bruising around her neck. Both were limping a bit and looked sore in general.

Fuck.

Kira was suddenly quite worried for them, and felt terribly for what they must have gone through. They looked older and didn’t look healthy, how could they help them?

Beyoncé still hadn’t spoken, and Zendaya didn’t waste any time, “B here doesn’t talk much anymore, we have had it rough for a while now.”

“We had settled in France when we left the USA, all those years ago, and we moved around as the problems started,” she continued, helping Beyoncé with a cup of coffee Grace brought her. “Drink this baby, it will warm you up…”

She then helped Beyoncé to drink it, holding it still as the other woman’s hands shook just a bit with tremors.

“We settled in Morocco a while ago, and that went well, till someone figured out we aged like we did back then, not really at all, and that we are lesbians,” Zendaya continued. She and Beyoncé had been cured by John and had moved away together, falling quite deeply in love. “We had to run for it, they wanted to fucking burn us for being lesbian witches or some shit like that…”

“We saw that as well,” Kira replied. “The world went backwards for a while, one of our daughters is gay, and she wasn’t accepted either…but nobody tried to kill us.”

“Well they fucking tried to kill us, and we were on the run for weeks till we could find a boat that could cross at Gibraltar,” Zendaya continued. “We moved around and started following up on rumors we heard, about people who had to be you…even saw that you were wanted by the authorities in Paris…”

“The rumors came to the UK eventually, a young woman so beautiful that people would tell stories about for years,” she continued. “There were pictures, and B knew it was you Kira.”

“Then we found a man who claimed to know you in London, he told us to come to Wick, and we had to walk it. We got robbed on the trip here a couple of times, the last of them took all we had and they kicked the shit out of us, they fucking hit Beyoncé so hard…she has been struggling since.”

Grace was tending to Beyoncé, and found a wound Zendaya had done her best to tend to, and it looked bad. Swelling, maybe a skull fracture, whatever it was, it was not good at all.

There were other problems, like a bruised and swollen right arm, one that might be broken. And way too thin, it didn’t look like these two had eaten well lately.

“What have you been eating?” Kira asked? “You don’t look like you have eaten much.

“In the last eight days, nothing, we just drank melted snow. Wick is a ghost town, they gave us some soup and bread at a shipyard, but nothing else was open,” Zendaya replied. “We age slowly, and we still heal pretty well, I suspect it is why we survived. But thank fucking god we found you…”

“I convinced one of the men there to tell me what direction this farm was in,” she continued. “And we just had to hope we found you before our time ran out.”

In truth, Zendaya had given four blowjobs for the information, as she had nothing else to trade. She had agreed to suck off four men there, and had welcomed the nourishment it provided. It was protein and calories, and they hadn’t had much of that.

When each man came in her mouth, Zendaya had passed most of the cum to Beyoncé, to share in the meal, and it had seemed to perk her wife of so many decades up a bit. So four cumshots, some soup and then a refill of water and some bread for the road. Zendaya had felt as weak as she had in a long time, and that had helped her to push through to what she hoped were their very old friends.

It struck her that when she and Beyoncé had left the USA for Europe, Beyonce had been worth a half billion dollars or so, and Zendaya had been quite wealthy herself, if nowhere nearly as rich as her wife.

And here they had been starving, broke, and she had sucked dick just for directions. It had been a steep fall for them, as all that they had accumulated had been lost as the world fell, they had not been prepared for the long haul.

“I knew you were a doctor, I hoped you could help her,” Zendaya continued, looking around, and her gaze centering on the father and daughter she had known so long ago.

“How in the fuck do you look the same?” She asked of Kira, “and how the fuck do you look younger doc? I remember you, we fucked a lot when you treated me. I had two kids from you before you cured me, how do you look younger?”

Zendaya had seen John and Kira when they had crossed through London as they searched for their old friends. And they found a painting on a wall that had the father and daughter she knew, alongside some royals she barely remembered from the past. There she had read about Ribigill, it seeming that John had been knighted and given a large plot of land there.

She had little hope as they wandered through the snow, fearing they were chasing another dead end, but this one which might be their end. It was a relief to finally find the father and daughter they had searched for, for so very long.

“A lot of sex with my dad,” Kira replied. “And we have been drinking my breastmilk, it is pretty amazing in what it does for you.”

Grace tried to examine Zendaya, but she would have none of it, “fuck off, just look after my wife, ok?”

John was now tending to Beyoncé, not happy with her injuries, or with their underfed state. “Please get them some milk Kira, two helpings for each of them please.”

“You want us to fucking drink Kira’s breastmilk?” Zendaya asked, in a stern voice, more than a little skeptical.

“Yes, I do mean for you to drink it,,” he replied in a firm tone. “You need the nutrition, and we need to act quickly to save her life…Beyoncé probably has a fractured skull, and might have a brain bleed, and who knows what else. Like when did she break he arm?”

Zendaya’s eyes flared as she looked at Beyoncé, she was furious the men on the road had hurt her so badly, and for no reason.

“She doesn’t have very long if we don’t act. Now is not the time to question Zendaya, now is the time to trust. We brought you and Beyoncé back from the brink way back in the day, we can do it again.”

“Fine, let’s get on with it,” Zendaya answered crossly, famous for being a bit stubborn and very independent. “Same treatment as before?”

“We need it, to stay how we are,” Kira replied. “Regular sex, and a lot of their cum in my stomach keeps me strong, and our breastmilk makes us even more healthy.”

She handed a chilled bottle of breastmilk to Zendaya, who eyed it carefully and took a whiff of it, before finally taking a drink, and nearly spitting it as she cursed.

Her eyes went wide, “what the fuck?” She said, breastmilk running down her chin. In the good light they could see she looked to be in her fifties perhaps. Her hair had a lot of grey in it, and she had wrinkles on her no longer perfect skin. Zendaya then turned the bottle up and downed it, chugging it like she might have a beer many years before.

She growled briefly and braced herself against a wall, her eyes wide, “god damn, baby that is good stuff,” Zendaya said, walking over to her wife Beyoncé. Zendaya opened the other bottle and helped her long term lover to drink a little, and then a bit more, and with every swallow Beyoncé became more interested in it.

They then sat on a big sofa, and Kira brought them a large blanket and then another serving of the breastmilk. “We consume less than this usually, but you need it…you obviously haven’t been eating.”

“We have to fuck your dad again?” Zendaya asked rather directly, “when do we get to that?”

“We will get to it, but there is a lot to talk about,” Kira replied. “It isn’t as simple as it once was. You are safe here, you can see how hard it is to get to us, for now the weather will protect us.”

“Fuck that shit Kira” Zendaya said, not interested in wasting time. “If it can help us to feel younger, and help to heal B, tell your pops to get his dick inside of Bey now.”

Kira understood, but she held her ground.

“Just give me a minute, ok?” She said, smiling at Zendaya, sitting close to her, turning on the charms that the genetic changes she had experienced had magnified. She leaned in close and whispered in Zendaya’s ear, “I promise you, we will take care of you and Beyonce, I just need to make sure you understand what will happen, and the choices you have. You are ok with me, my dad is still examining Beyoncé.”

Zendaya frowned, but she couldn’t look away from Kira’s eyes.

“So we don’t know how you became the way you are, only my dad could do it, and it had never worked in the past for any woman who didn’t share a blood connection,” Kira continued. “Do you know how it happened?”

Zendaya looked her in the eyes, “yeah, Beyoncé said she got it from fucking you, and it woke something up inside of her, and then when she and I hit it off, we fucked and she gave it to me.”

“I remember when it happened, I felt alive like never before,” Zendaya said, remembering happier times. “I heard a a bird fly by, I smelled wind blow in, I started noticing things I had never noticed before.”

“Ok, well fuck…didn’t even know I could do that, but cool,” Kira replied. “So when we met Ralph, he was a lot older, or looked a lot older, late sixties maybe, and as you can see he appears a lot younger now, and he is healing like we do…that part happened fast.”

“That I’m sure we can give you and Beyoncé, the question is what all do you want?” She continued. “If you want your own breastmilk I would suggest pregnancy, although you don’t have to bring the children born to my dad into our life, but it will give you powerful breastmilk. And now you will know to drink from each other, that however should wait till you are healthier I suspect.”

“We have birth control now, my dad figured it out, so you don’t have to get pregnant, but you need to fuck my dad, and me…and Ralph maybe, to get healthier the fastest,” she continued. “I would suggest starting with swallowing my dad’s cum, you and Beyoncé to start, along with the milk, and I think sex with me would also be good. That will get you a lot stronger, then we can ramp things up, depending on what your plans are.”

“Plans?” Zendaya replied, growing impatient. “What plans do you mean?”

“Like are you going to stay with us? Are you headed back somewhere else? Do you want kids? Would you want to have sex with them to make them like us?” Kira replied. “We have plenty of room by the way, if you want to stay, I mean spend as long as you want here healing up, stay forever…please, but what you want depends on what is best to do.”

“I care about Beyoncé, ok? She is my wife, my entire fucking life for the better part of two hundred years,” Zendaya replied. “I don’t give a fuck what needs to happen to make her better, we are doing it. If your dad needs to cum in my ear to make her better get his ass up here and jerking off…”

“She may not be well enough for what would need to be done, like if my dad needs to fuck her, and she can’t consent in her state,” Kira replied, a bit taken aback by how Zendaya was responding. “A pregnancy would likely be involved, we would need her to be awake and consent to it.”

“Kira, my wife is dying, I don’t fucking care,” Zendaya said, holding up her ring finger, it had a tattoo of a ring on it, as jewelry had just become something that would get you killed. “I’m her wife, I can consent on her part with her ****, this is life saving care.”

“Tell your pops if fucking her help her to get with it, and if he wants me to get her ready, or if he wants to fuck me to get him ready I’m game,” Zendaya continued. “Let’s just get with it, I have been watching her fade for years, and slowly starve die for ten days, and I’m fucking done with it.”

“But your wife…aren’t you gay?” Kira asked meekly. “You want to be with my dad? Like that?”

“You think I haven’t had a cock inside of me in a hundred and ninety years? Really?” Zendaya replied. “I sucked four cocks in Wick just to get the location of your farm and some bread. Before that B and I fucked our way across to Gibraltar. I mean you love your dad and all, but if you are honest with me, how many other men have you fucked?”

“Ralph? Other men in your family, Jay Z? Tell me you didn’t fuck Jay,” Zendaya continued. “Hell I fucked Jay back in the day myself, just to get more time in bed with B.”

(her_name) leaned in close and whispered, “There have been other men, some my dad knows about, most he doesn’t.

“Look…it’s ok, I’m gay, I love B…but I still enjoy a cock in me as much as you do. You are straight, mostly right? But you still like the taste of pussy right?” She continues, “we all need some variety baby…anyway I don’t want to fuck your dad, I want my wife to live.”

Kira considered it, it was a lot. Her teacher back in school, a boyfriend, her dad, another doctor at the lab when they were trying to reproduce the results, two guards at a checkpoint, the twins, a bunch of men at Amber’s sex parties, and Ralph…it had been a lot. She got the point.

“Let’s go find them, ok?” Zendaya continued, seeing that Kira understood.

About that time, John and Grace were finishing up with Beyoncé, and the prognosis was grim. She had lost a lot of blood, had some sort of swelling or bleed on her brain, and while she had responded to Kira’s breastmilk, it had not been nearly what he had hoped for.

As Kira and Zendaya walked into the bedroom, they saw his countenance, they knew it was bad.

“You need to fuck her doc?” Zendaya asked bluntly. “If it will help her let’s get on with it…”

“Physically I’m not sure she can handle that,” John replied. “And she is ****, so…”

“Fuck consent doc, I’m her wife, I fucking consent,” Zendaya said, cutting him off. “If it will help then fuck her, and the sooner the better. And if it needs to be tested, test whatever it is on me.”

Kira and her dad just stared at Zendaya for a moment, she was so very forward and confident.

“Come on doc, let’s get to whatever you already know needs to be done. Like four people still alive know what you did with the cum addiction disease, and we are all in this room.” She said this with insistence, she wanted this to get moving. “We trust you, that is why we came all this way, we knew if you were really here, if you were alive, that we would be safe here. So I trust you, just tell me what needs to happen and skip the sales pitch, I’m in.”

John then explained what they knew about their sex life and reversing visible aging, and the healing factor they had seen. And then what they had been doing, some things Kira had responded well to.

“So the other guy, he used to be a lot older looking, and you saw him get fucking shot? Like a bunch of times?” Zendaya replied after listening to them, “that is what I hoped for. When we first had this we couldn’t get hurt, like we saw cuts close, and it was like we didn’t age, but then over a lot of years it faded. I guess some maintenance is needed.”

So they agreed to test what they had in mind on Zendaya, as she was in a similar physical state to Beyoncé, other than the head injury and broken arm. She was aging and underfed, but was feeling better for having had some of Kira’s milk.

It all was going to happen that day, one step after another, checking Zendaya’s vitals before and every step. Her weight, her height, her blood pressure, everything they could easily check. Grace was on hand to assist, having been studying medicine with John.

First Zendaya gave John a blowjob, and she didn’t hold back, as she didn’t want to take more time than needed. He hadn’t orgasmed in a couple of days, so it didn’t take the at long. As this happened, Kira gave Ralph a blowjob, trying to get him close as well. And the timing worked well, as John came in Zendaya’s mouth, and pretty much as soon as he was spent, Ralph moved over and came in her mouth as well.

They had told her to hold the cum and not swallow it till she had both loads, to swallow it as a mixture. Zendaya did this, and groaned in pleasure as it happened, seeming to orgasm.

She wiped her mouth and smiled, “fuck that was good, ok I feel great, measure what you need to and let’s move on…” Zendaya said, as impatient as they were now used to.

Now it was Kira’s turn, as she was going to eat Zendaya out and get her ready as her father and Ralph had a moment to recover. Men who had been affected by the DNA changes they experienced could go often and be ready again quickly, but they still needed a brief rest.

Grace gave them each some of Kira’s breastmilk as they rested, while Zendaya was in a bedroom moaning as Kira went at it with her. First they kissed, then Kira kissed her way down the other woman’s body, enjoying sucking her perky tits briefly, before beginning to tongue fuck Zendaya.

A few minutes later John came back into the room and started to fuck his daughter as she ate Zendaya out, and a minute later Ralph entered and knelt next to Zendaya, and he pushed his cock into her mouth, which she began to greedily suck.

They alternated a couple of times, eventually Zendaya and Kira laid side by side while the two men took turns fucking each of them, and John was the first to orgasm, deep inside of Zendaya. He had a lot of control, and had waited till Ralph said he was close, inseminating the former Disney actress before moving up to have Zendaya suck jus cock clean as Ralph pushed his cock in and came inside of her.

Zendaya screamed in pleasure, writhing in her own powerful orgasm, and as she did Kira was fingering herself.

When the was spent Ralph moved up and fed his cock to Zendaya, and when she had sucked his cock soft, Kira mounted Zendaya’s face and orgasmed herself as she was eaten out.

Grace then came in and saw the state Zendaya was in and smiled, their patient was groggy, but had resisted the sleep that sometimes overcame them, but some other physical changes were immediate.

Zendaya’s heart rate and temperature were higher, her blood pressure was lower, but other changes were more obvious. Her skin color had become a bit ashen, and was again a warm light brown, her eyes were brighter, and her hair had regained some luster.

Even her black eye and her swollen nose looked better, although the bruising around her neck remained. Someone had choked her, the world sucked so hard at times Grace thought to herself.

“How do you feel?” Grace asked Zendaya, who was spacing out pretty hard.

“Fuck…” Zendaya said, coming off of an orgasm the likes of which she hadn’t had in a very long time, if ever. The feeling of what she went through was perhaps stronger than when a person was first brought into their life. “I mean fuck…I feel great…this is like the first time, I’m not hungry, or thirsty, or tired, whatever this was, good job on it.”

Kira smiled as he could feel her strength returning to her with his empathic strength. “It worked as intended, take a few minutes, however long you need, we will prepare to treat Beyoncé. I see no adverse physical reactions, no distress at all. I think she will handle this just fine.”

Zendaya sat up, “no need for waiting let’s fucking go…” she said, before becoming woozy and laying back down. “Ok…fucking hell I guess I need a few, don’t let me miss this, and don’t fucking wait…not one moment longer than needed.”

So they moved on, checking Beyoncé’s vitals, and found that her heart rate and blood pressure were low, and her body temperature was high. She was already in distress, and they didn’t have another way to save her.

As the monitored her, her heart rate was fading slowly.

In reality a regular person with her injuries would have likely already died, but Beyoncé was a good deal stronger than any regular person. There wasn’t a lot of time to lose.

When they were ready they did their best to recreate what they did with Zendaya, but they needed her help as Beyoncé wasn’t able to participate as she had.

Zendaya and Kira again sucked John and Ralph’s cocks, and when they were close, Zendaya helped to open Beyoncé‘s mouth for them, and each of the men carefully and slowly came into her mouth, one after the other.

Beyoncé stirred as it happened, and her tongue started moving, “swallow it baby, this will help you to feel better,” Zendaya said, holding her wife close, whispering into her ear, and Beyoncé did as she was asked, her mouth closing and them all seeing her swallow. Then (his_name) released more spurts of cum, and Beyonce swallowed those as well. The Ralph came in her mouth and she swallowed that cum as well.

She moaned in pleasure as she swallowed, a good sign. “Ok so you boys grab a breather, me and Kira will get her ready for you.”

And prepare her they did. Zendaya positioned Kira between Beyoncé‘s legs, where she began to eat out her old lover, and Zendaya lowered herself gently onto Beyoncé‘s face, hoping the familiar scent and taste would help to get her going. Zendaya also hoped that if her wife began to eat her out, that she would gain some benefit from the cum she still had inside of her.

And it worked, Beyoncé began to squirm as Kira ate her out, and her tongue began to flick into Zendaya, who was enjoying the attention quite a lot. “That’s it baby, right there…”

Just then the men walked back into the room, and soon took their places on the bed. Ralph moved behind Kira and began to fuck her, and Zendaya got on all fours beside Kira so John could fuck her.

She looked back at him as he pushed his cock into her, “what gives, why not just give it to B doc? Right now she needs it more than I do.”

“The hope is for this to be as gentle on Beyoncé as possible, and it cannot hurt to have yours and Kira’s fluids on us when we fuck your wife,” he said as he slowly pumped his cock into Zendaya. “I think this won’t take too long…”

Ralph was pounding away on Kira doggy style as she ate out Beyoncé, holding her hips and driving his cock deep into her, till he pulled out and moved her aside to push his cock into the injured woman. When the came inside of her, Beyoncé moaned loudly, and seemed to orgasm herself. As she did this Kira moved on top of her, and Beyoncé responded by beginning to tongue fuck her old lover.

Zendaya was on her elbows getting fucked and saw this, and nearly cried in happiness to see her wife showing signs of recovery. “Eat it baby, eat that sweet pussy…” she said happily.

Then about a minute later John came inside of Beyoncé as well, moving from Zendaya and pushing his cock into her at the last moment to inseminate her.

As he did Zendaya moved to mount her wife’s face, and she watched as John filled her with his cum, prompting another orgasm.

And to Zendaya’s shock, she felt Beyoncé‘a hands on her hips, pulling her down tighter on her mouth, and she felt her lover’s tongue reaching deep inside of her. “Yes baby, fucking eat that pussy baby!” Zendaya said happily.

The others pulled back and let them have this moment, with Kira lingering to see Zendaya rotate and lower herself to eat out her wife in the 69 position. She smiled as she saw the. Both seeming to orgasm, before moving to be side by side in a deep embrace and a long and loving kiss.

Grace, Ralph, Kira and John got dressed and went downstairs to have a light lunch, and left their visitors to enjoy their time together. And it took a while, as Zendaya and Beyoncé fell fast asleep.

Grace quietly checked on them, but they were sound asleep and she didn’t wake either. The two women had had a long and difficult go of things recently, and were snuggled together in a loving embrace.

Warm, well fed, comfortable and safe, and just looking at Beyoncé, Grace could see progress in her healing. Her color had come back, and also the swelling and bruising on her head was reduced, and the bruising on Zendaya was now nearly gone.

They needed time to rest now, and that was a something which they had plenty of to offer the two weary travelers.