The dinner had gone just about how Morena expected it to go. At first, it was awkward; each one of them wasn't sure how to speak or act, but as time went on and Lorian told his stories, they got more accustomed to it.
Eventually, the dinner came to an end with everyone satisfied. After that, Morena lost track of the time, and it all seemed to fly by without her noticing.
The days that followed dinner pretty much blended together into one long, exhausting week. Morena split her time between tending to her duties, managing reports, and continuing the poison cycles.
The first had been agony, the second worse, but that did not mean she would stop or skip a day just because of hardship. No, she wanted to complete it even more.
Two more cycles followed in quick succession; they were both just as painful as the first time. Morena had some hope that they would be easier than the first time, her body building some resistance to it, but it wasn't.
