“Eat quick,” she said. “Your audience is soon. You'll need your strength.”
“Going to be a little hard with these on.” I shook my manacles, letting the chains play again. She winced.
“I'll feed you. Keep it down.” She continued to cast anxious glances around as she lifted the spoon of gruel to my mouth. As strange as the scenario was, it had been a good while since my last meal. I took the bite; not as flavorful as I'd hoped, but my stomach grumbled in excitement nonetheless. She winced again.
“Do Val'Halan captains always make a point to hand feed prisoners?” I asked. I kept my voice low. From Farhel's twitchiness, it felt like the proper thing to do.
“Nobody's supposed to be feeding you, honestly. Don't tell him I did this, or it'll end badly for both of us.”
“And who is 'he'?” I ask
