The deer had been skewered on a rather large pol the dragon had procured from somewhere in the cave. She watched as he idly turned it with one hand on the roasting spit he’d managed to set up at the bottom of the blaze. With a fire such as that, it wouldn’t take long for the deer to be cooked. The smell of roasting meat reached her nose. She could hardly wait to sink her teeth into some more food, though Sabeline eyed Nivres carefully.
What were his motives for bringing her food? He had let her go, she had been the one to return and assert quite clearly she was staying. He did not have to bring her anything, especially as she had been his would-be murder for the past several months. Had her time in the woodland the previous day really made her so pathetic? She did not think so.
