In the small, cozy kitchen, Hirvan sat quietly at the table, spooning porridge into his mouth. He settled himself on a soft cushion, slouching as much as his aching body would allow. His gaze stayed fixed on the bowl, carefully avoiding the two culprits sitting across from him, who seemed entirely too pleased with themselves.
'I have to escape from these two. They have practically become a pair of greedy maniacs, trying to make up for lost time. At this rate, I'll be lucky if I'm able to walk by the end of the week. No, I will be crippled for sure if this goes on!'
Hirvan wanted to flee this house, but his physical strength had been reduced to zero. A flicker of hope crossed his mind as he thought of Elian. He knew where he was, and he had a pretty good idea of what could be the result of staying with these two, so there wouldn't be any need for extra and awkward explanations about his current state.
