*Sage*
Fynn brought supper back to the tent. I should have gone out with him, sat with the others around the fire, and talked about battle or the weather, or whatever they liked to talk about. I didn't though. I stayed collapsed on the bed for a little while longer, wondering what in the world I was really doing.
"Whose turn was it to make dinner tonight?" I asked as Fynn handed me another bowl of stew. Today, at least, there was bread to go with it. That was a rarity.
"Ronan. He's not a great cook, I'll warn you," Fynn informed me with a smile.
"I'm sure it will do the job," I chuckled back, taking the bowl and using it to warm my hands.
I sipped at the broth. It wasn't as flavorful as I was used to, but it reminded me a lot of food from home. The flavors just weren't as intense or a
