Ferran prepares and serves me a delectable supper he brought along with him. Lamb, potatoes, and leeks are the main ingredients in the mouthwatering stew Ferran prepares. I took a substantial piece of the bread, and he did the same thing. Nobody talks about the passionate meeting we had earlier, but I always catch him staring at me and then smiling as he pulls his eyes away. This never fails to make me uncomfortable.
It's possible that he had a hunch about the circumstances, including the lack of food, the treacherous path, the inclement weather, and even the presence of the wendigo. He came prepared to assist me, and the thoughtfulness of such an appearance warms my heart.
After finishing our supper together, Ferran and I both went to sleep, and I have no idea how long I slept. I had a
