A mouthwatering aroma rushed into her nose. At once, her mouth filled with saliva, and her tongue tickled expectantly. It was a salty smell, yet slightly sweet. Spicy, too; she caught a whiff of hot chili oil, the key ingredient in her favorite noodle soup dish.
The soup inside looked as scrumptious as it smelled. Dumplings floated in it like drifting pillows, and chives had been sprinkled over the top of the crimson soup in garnish.
Her hand went subconsciously to her stomach, which yowled. How long had it been since she'd eaten? And speaking of food, her sack of edible goods was nowhere to be seen in this room. If she was going to leave to keep traveling back for Finley, shouldn't she have something in her stomach to go off for a few days until she found a nearby town or reached the house?
"All right," she mumbled to herself. "I'll just eat quickly, then leave. This soup's just sitting here, after all. It'll get cold if no one eats it. I'm doing it a favor."
