She set the tray down on a small wooden table positioned near the window, where the morning light filtered through, casting a soft glow over everything. The table was modest, adorned with nothing but the two steaming plates of food and a pair of cups filled with a warm, herbal tea that Arpious had brewed with care.
The witch moved from her spot by the window, her smile gentle as she took a seat across from Arpious. There was an unspoken understanding between them, a shared moment of quiet contentment as they prepared to enjoy the meal. Arpious settled into her chair, her eyes meeting the witch's with a look of calm satisfaction.
