The morning sunlight filtered through the canopy above, its warmth gently nudging me awake. My body ached from sleeping on the uneven ground, but for the first time in days, I felt… almost human. Elara was curled up a few feet away, her breathing soft and even.
I stretched and sat up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. My stomach growled, a sharp reminder of how long it had been since we’d eaten anything substantial.
Elara stirred moments later, yawning and blinking at the sunlight. “M-morning,” she mumbled, her voice still groggy.
“Morning,” I replied. “How’re you feeling?”
She stretched her arms and groaned. “A-a bit better… but hungry. Really hungry.”
I chuckled. “Yeah, me too. Any cravings?”
She gave me a tired smile and tilted her head, feigning thought. “Hmm… maybe omelet rice?”
