"You must be hungry. And I believe I can help with that, then maybe we can... talk?" Caedmon's words drew Zariah out of her thoughts.
Before Zariah could say anything in response, Caedmon had gone off on his way to the kitchen at the back of the inn.
Zariah just stared after him for a moment before she returned her attention to the book she had left on the table the previous night.
Zariah flipped it open, carrying on from where she had left off reading.
Invested in her book, Zariah only shifted her attention when Caedmon returned with a tray filled with food that still let out steam to show they had all been freshly prepared.
"You cooked?" Zariah asked with a raised brow.
When Caedmon had spoken of fetching her a meal, she had assumed it was something already prepared by the innkeeper, she had not expected Caedmon would prepare something from the scratch.
