Moments later, I felt another tug at my cloak, and found that Poe had returned, one of his loaves tucked beneath his arm. “Thank you,” I said as I took it carefully. I tucked it into my pack—it was already quite full, but there was no question of leaving Poe’s gift behind. “It will keep warm,” he informed me offhandedly, then disappeared once more.
I love Poe
