Next day.
As Iris descended to the first floor early in the morning, she found her Grandma engrossed in cooking something much like the day before.
The previous evening, she had forgotten to inform her Grandma that she didn't need breakfast since she intended to eat with Gavriel at Darkhill. But it seemed she would be eating at home, as she couldn't bear to ignore her Grandmother's efforts.
"Good morning, Grandma. What are you preparing?" Iris inquired.
"Hot bone soup. It would be best if you had something warm before you head out," Cassandra replied, glancing at Iris, who was brewing their morning coffee without being asked. She offered a faint smile, feeling a sense of pride in Iris becoming more considerate and obedient, much better than her old self.
