After her conversation with Mihal, Nadaria was alone for a long stretch of the afternoon. She was glad to be alone, but she knew she was growing hungry. It was harder to control her urges every minute that passed, and she knew she needed to find a different spot to be or she might kill the animals.
Just as she was moving to stand, footsteps in the dry grass stopped her and Aurelian appeared, carrying a leather satchel.
“We thought you would definitely be getting hungry, miere.”
Ugh, more crying. She sobbed and nodded, putting her head in her hands while he sat next to her in the shade.
“I know. I’m so sorry. Here, here.” He unscrewed the lid of a jar and handed it to her. “If you allow yourself to get thirsty, everything goes bad. Your body starts to hurt and your emotions get wild. T
