face, it was worth every silver piece buying her the feather. She motioned towards the window. “Why aren’t you offering to take me to breakfast? Can’t you see I’m hungry?” “Whatever you want, it’s my treat, thank the gods you’re better.” He sighed and fixing his eyes on her, nodded. “It’s really good to see you, Mara.” A blush appeared on her face, but she quickly snorted as if to avoid embarrassment. “If you want to know, I’m craving dumpling soup from Fiskar’s Market. Hurry up, already.” She pulled her hood over her head and scrambled out the window.
