As dusk fell, the barren lands of the West were bathed in a magnificent magenta hue. The man of the house hurried back before nightfall, and the female hunter brought in one pot after another of hearty stewed meat.
Elias, who hadn't eaten in three days, was famished and started gnawing on a steaming rib.
"Slow down, slow down, child..." the female hunter chuckled helplessly, "You've just recovered; don't eat so hastily! It's not good for your health."
Azalea watched Elias devour his food with a smile, "Why are you acting like Luna? There's plenty of food, and no one is competing with you."
Elias grimaced, "You're not me, you don't know how hungry I am!"
Azalea laughed softly, noticing Elias was eating only meat, and gently passed him a wooden spoon.
"Don't choke, have some soup."
Elias leaned over and slurped the fish soup from the spoon until it was gone.
Azalea's smile grew softer.
