Dorothy stirred, rubbing her eyes and blinking away the sleep.
"Good morning, Miss," she murmured, stifling a yawn.
Gwendolyn smiled, her voice still thick with sleep. "Morning, Dorothy."
"Did you manage to get any rest, Miss?"
"Not much."
"Me neither, Miss."
"Are you hungry?" Gwendolyn asked as her stomach unexpectedly growled.
Dorothy nodded, her face lighting up.
"Come on, let's see what we can find," Gwendolyn said, standing up and stretching.
She helped Dorothy to her feet, and the two of them began to rummage through their belongings, hoping to find something to eat.
Gwendolyn handed Dorothy her pack. "Let's see what we have left," she said with a sigh, digging through her own bag.
Dorothy frowned as she pulled out a small piece of bread. "This is it?"
