So, gather up your jackets, move it to the exits

He settled down across from her, watching as she stirred things into the hot water. The scent that came from the pot was warm and calming. Reminding him a little of home. He stretched out his injured leg with a soft huff, more relieved then he would say to be off it.

He stayed silent a moment, watching as she worked, stuck the lid on the tea, and then grabbed something to eat herself. He wondered what it would be like to be kept busy. Had he been away from home too long? He knew the answer, but he still wasn’t ready to go there.

The boy shrugged, taking another piece of the meat and chewing. Possibly a little too quickly, but he was hungry. ”Abaven preserves food too, but this tastes different. We salt it, this tastes like smoke.” He mused thoughtfully. “Where did you come from then, if not the Arnada?” he wondered


"Senryū Cavaliere-Klein"