Poppy’s P.O.V
Noir and I sat at the dusty breakfast table in the kitchen. The wobbly stools groaned under our weight as we sat. I held a hot green tea close to me, blowing gently on its surface in an attempt to cool it slightly. I had convinced Noir to put on a towel while his clothing was drying. He was sitting casually on the stool, his legs spread as he held a glass of water and some leftover rations. Noir shoved the food into his mouth hungrily. I watched as he hungrily scarfed down the leftovers I placed in front of him. I attempted to heat up the food for Noir before I gave it to him, yet he repeatedly declined.
"So what is the last thing you remember?" Noir raised his eyebrows as he spoke between mouthfuls. I shrugged my shoulders and gave him a weak smile.
"I remember coming a
