Marian made her way back to the sitting room with flat plates and forks, for whatever was in the casserole.
Reyland had moved from the bedroom to the kitchen and came out with two spoons and a large jug of water that had some leaves floating in it.
He handed Marian a spoon as he placed the jug on the table. He glanced around and made to return to the kitchen, but Marian placed a hand on his chest to stop him.
She gazed up at him as he stared down at her, silently.
She jerked her hand away from him and croaked, “I’ll get the glasses, sit.”
She left swiftly and returned seconds later with two large glass cups.
“Thank you,” he said hoarsely.
They sat. Reyland on the large couch, Marian on the smaller sofa to his left.
In silence and with a few furtive glances, they ate.
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