Luciana returned to the kitchen, where she began to heat up the food Magnar had brought earlier that morning. The aroma of freshly warmed dishes filled the room, mingling with the citrus scent of the juice she squeezed for Oscar. She carefully arranged the food on a tray, the soft clinking of plates the only sound in the quiet kitchen.
With everything prepared, Luciana made her way back to her bedroom, determined to wake Oscar gently and offer him the meal she had made. As she entered the room, she noticed how peacefully he slept, his face relaxed and free of the tension that had marked his earlier expressions.
"Oscar, wake up," she said softly, setting the tray down on a nearby table. "I've got some food for you. Have a bite and then you can go back to sleep."
