The morning passed quietly.
Fern had already pulled out the latest batch of harvested vegetables, a fresh load of potatoes and tomatoes, still warm with residual mana from the soil. Rowen stacked them carefully onto the wooden shelf by the window, separating them by type and size.
"I'd like fifteen tomatoes," she said simply.
Rowen nodded, counted them out, and handed them to her in a small bag.
Lyra looked away for a second, then sighed. "I didn't want to bother you. You've been working hard on your own studies, and I figured… I could handle it."
Lyra looked away for a second, then sighed. "I didn't want to bother you. You've been working hard on your own studies, and I figured… I could handle it."
Talia's expression softened, but her voice stayed firm. "Lyra, you're my sister. I suppose to help you learn to fight in the wilderness so you can't make the mistake I did when I was younger..."
