Thanks. I'll try to bring back something better than this.

[ He leaves without saying anything more. Sypha's presence can be felt throughout the day. Never coming to the door of the room, but footsteps outside, trying to go undetected. A soft 'be well', spoken as if she doesn't expect it to be heard.

Just as he said, it's dusk before he returns with another tray. This meal is still not extravagant, but it's at least something made in an actual kitchen. Venison, with boiled dark green leafy vegetables and roast carrots. No blood, this time. ]

The kitchen gardens seem to have enjoyed the last decade without anyone to bother them. Good news for us, give or take a mountain of fucking nettles.