"Here..." Azel said about thirty minutes later.
He handed Mira a bowl of steaming spaghetti with chunks of meat in it. The steam rose in visible curls, carrying the scent of garlic, tomato sauce, and herbs he'd managed to get from his storage ring.
Mira sat up immediately, almost too quickly.
Her pale face gained color as the scent hit her nose.
It was amazing… better than anything she'd smelled in weeks and she felt the overwhelming need to gobble it up right now.
"Is this... for me?" She asked, staring at the bowl like it was the most precious treasure in the world.
Azel gave her a look.
The kind that said 'who else would it be for?'
"Do you want me to..." He didn't finish, reaching like he might take it back.
She instantly snatched it from his hands, barely caring that the ceramic plate was hot against her palms.
