A short while later, Aven had brought her Sky back to her rooms. As he opened the door, the scent of cream, fried eggs, and salty bacon wafted to her, filling her nose and mouth. She saw that there were two small, brown boxes sitting neatly on the beat-up coffee table, silverware resting on napkins beside them.
"Breakfast." Aven said gesturing to them. "Unless you want something else." He gave her a dark look. Sky didn't even notice. She had raced over to the nearest of the boxes and greedily begun devouring the food inside it. Aven smiled to himself then joined her.
After they finished eating, Aven asked again if she wanted something else. This confused Sky because the breakfast was both hearty and rich. She couldn't possibly eat anymore and said so. Aven almost looked disappointed as he nodded and stood. He gave Sky strict orders not to leave the room, saying it wasn't safe her to leave. Then he departed; she was alone.
