Talieran grabbed a large piece of fragrant grilled ribs with his bare hand and plopped it down on her plate with a "thud," completely covering the delicate tenderloin.
"Eat this!" His eyes sparkled. "This smells amazing! I checked!"
Elena looked at the pile of steaming ribs, then at Talieran's greasy fingers, fighting back a laugh. "I can serve myself..."
"You're too thin. Eat more." Caelir acted like he hadn't seen the hand and used a spoon to add some vegetable salad to the other side of her plate.
"This is good too!" Talieran wasn't backing down.
"Have some soup to warm your stomach." Caelir pushed a small bowl of creamy mushroom soup next to her hand.
Mae sat across from them, watching the two males adding food to Elena's plate from both sides, and couldn't help but
