After Maedor had finished cleaning himself up, he spent the next few minutes pondering over the exchange he had with the human woman and how he would face her afterwards.
Maedor guessed he had overreacted, the principles of the elven tribes greatly differed from that of humans and he could not expect them to be similar.
However, Maedor still found all the human woman had said very unsettling and he just could not help it.
Maedor ducked his head, keeping his gaze fixed on the fur blanket the very moment Fiona returned and stepped into the tent.
This time, she brought along a tray and though his head was bowed, Maedor's nose twitched as the rich scent of food and spices invaded his nostrils.
He could pick up the distinct scent of each and everyone of the food laid out on the table even before it was brought to him and so he already knew he would be unable to eat even a half of it.
