His days with Zaya passed by relatively peacefully. She was chill most of the time aside from the gruelling training sessions. Amari really enjoyed her presence most of the time, he liked her as a mentor kind of.
"What are you making for breakfast!?"
A mentor who he cooked, cleaned and took care of. Training, she said. Mana manipulation, she said. All he felt was torture.
Amari looked back to the pot boiling with a tantalizing broth. She ate often for a demon/ human/ beast? Whatever she was. He wasn't used to cooking so often.
Back on Earth where they didn't have enough food, he could only cook for himself and his siblings once in a while. That was partly the reason he took to reading. Something to keep his mind off the lack of food.
"Just a stew," he replied.
