After eating, they went on their journey. Aiden helped Lucien clean up their mess. He picked up the ashes from the fire and buried them under the snow outside. When he came back inside, he was surprised to see the cave in the same state as when they came in.
Lucien had already erased their traces. With this, Aiden's guess that Lucien had been living his life in caves was proven to be true.
"Let's go?" The white winter jacket they wore matched their snow-filled surroundings, making it easier for them to blend in and hide. They won't get spotted from afar either.
Aiden is holding Lucien's arm tightly. Lucien force him to wear the other pair of gloves, and they tuck the other unprotected palm into their jackets. Aiden does not mind. But he wanted to talk to Lucien as they walked.
"Lucien?"
"Yes?"
"Where did you learn to cook?"
Lucien momentarily stopped. He looked at him with traces of hesitance in his eyes.
"Why? Is it not tasty?"
