Kestrel approached from behind, took hold of the hand holding the cooking tool, switched off the stove, and hugged him tightly around his middle.
For a second, Ren's solid muscles stiffened under her touch.
Kestrel sniffed, noticing her own growing hunger.
The place was filled with the aroma of the meal, a blend of oatmeal fragrance and mushroom scent. A sweet note lingered as well, a pure and enticing sweetness that was uniquely Ren.
Kestrel's face was nestled against Ren's sturdy, wide back, sensing the muscles stiffen before gradually loosening. She was somewhat confused about what type of hunger she was experiencing, but in any case, she felt an intense hunger, craving to devour everything.
She served the food Ren had prepared into two dishes.
