Chapter 14: Ch:14 I Came for Bread, Not Existential Pressure
That morning, Dila sat quietly at the wooden dining table in the healer's home, her bandaged hands carefully clutching a piece of warm morning bread. She took a bite—soft, slightly sweet, with a buttery crisp edge—and her eyes widened.
"Num... num..." she mumbled, chewing slowly. "Wow... this is delicious."
Beside the bread sat a small wooden cup filled with warm choco milk. She took a careful sip, the rich sweetness flooding her mouth and spreading a strange warmth through her chest.
I never thought food in this world could taste this good... she thought to herself, pausing mid-bite.
Tears prickled in her eyes.
She sniffed once, blinking quickly, and then looked down at her half-eaten bread. This is... the first time I've actually eaten a real meal since arriving here...
She didn't say anything else. Just quietly tore another piece with her bandaged fingers and brought it to her mouth, still chewing as the morning sun slipped through the window.
No fancy dishes. No plates. Just her, a loaf of bread, a cup of choco milk... and the soft hum of peace that, for now, filled the healer's modest kitchen.
For Dila, it was enough.
Meanwhile, at another table just across the room, Sarios, Stella, and Toi sat quietly—though not for long.
Stella, perched beside Sarios, had her cheek rested in her palm, her eyes fixed on Dila. A soft smile curved her lips as she watched the girl eat.