Aiden's Point of View
As I make my way towards the dining hall, the rich scent of roasted meat, herbs, and fresh bread hits me square in the gut, and my stomach growls loudly in response. I can’t even remember the last time I ate, everything after the fight with Brock is a blur of adrenaline, guilt, and exhaustion. It’s a strange relief to feel hunger again, like my body’s finally coming back online.
When I step into the dining hall, I immediately notice the private table Abby has set off to the side. It’s decked out, more like a celebration than a casual lunch. The table’s dressed in soft white linen with a centerpiece of spring flowers, and a spread of food already set up buffet style nearby. Roasted chicken, buttery vegetables, fresh salads, and a tray of desserts sit neatly in their
