The next morning, Ethan woke up to the scent of something warm and inviting.
He opened his eyes to see Lia setting down a small tray with a steaming bowl of soup and a couple of bread buns. His stomach growled at the sight, and he stretched with a groan before sitting up.
"You really went out this early just for this?" Ethan asked, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
Lia gave a small smile. "It wasn't that hard. There was a bakery a few streets down. The soup is a little thin, but it's hot."
Ethan didn't need much convincing. He grabbed a bun and tore into it, savoring the warmth spreading through his empty stomach. After days of living off whatever wild game they could find, this was practically a feast.
Lia ate quietly beside him, taking careful, slow bites. Ethan, on the other hand, finished his portion quickly, wiping his mouth on his sleeve before getting up to stretch.
