Henry knew he should eat his food first or he was going to have a lot of regrets. After polishing off the first mug of ale, he downed the steaming stew in front of him, ecstatic to have a meal that wasn't only jerky.
"I never thought I would miss potatoes," Henry uttered and swallowed another spoonful. "Or carrots. These are things I grew up eating every single day yet they've never tasted better. I'm going to get another bowl."
He had been starved for the duration of their time in Polona. If they weren't conserving their water because of the hot environment, they were running low on food and only able to eat jerky.
He knew he had lost weight and, whenever he looked at himself without clothing on, he saw his muscles had become sinewy and he could see the muscle fibers under the surface of his skin with each movement of his body.
