Zeon's hands moved with a strange elegance as he turned the skewered rabbit over the fire one last time, letting the juices hiss and drip into the embers. The aroma spread warmly through the small clearing, drawing the carriage driver and Fran hunger to the breaking point. Finally, with a satisfied nod, he lifted one of the skewers and leaned toward the carriage driver.
"Here," Zeon said simply, offering the roasted meat.
The driver's trembling hands accepted it as though it were a gift far too generous. His lips parted, whispering a soft, "...Thank you," before he bowed his head, clutching the food close. His shoulders, tense from fear since the beginning of this night, seemed to loosen just a little as the warmth of the meal seeped into him.
Zeon didn't linger. He rose again, grabbing another skewer from the fire. His crimson eyes glinted as he walked to Fran, holding it out to her with a faint smirk curving his mouth behind the mask.
