The next morning came quickly and Ashanti woke up curled beneath the blanket to the smell of baked bread. She looked around, still confused before she remembered what happened the day before, and understood where she was.
She turned her head and Jax was there, sitting in a chair by the window, one boot braced against the wall, arms folded loosely as he watched the village go about its morning routine.
"You said you'd be here," she murmured.
"I don't lie about small things," he replied without turning.
Something in her chest eased further.
"Cmon let's go eat, we don't have all day," Jax said, and the duo headed downstairs to eat breakfast with the others.
Simple food, bread, salted monster meat and thick broth, but Ashanti found herself savoring it, even asking for a second round of food and chowing it down hungrily.
'She's a foodie,' Jax thought to himself as he saw her eagerly gobble down another broth like it was nothing.
