Seirion stayed a few steps behind, watching the scene before him with a mix of joy and tenderness.
On the stone dining table lay several sacks filled with supplies Korveth had left that morning, and Erian, with eager hands, explored them one by one.
He leaned forward, touching each sack with his fingers, recognizing the contents by texture and smell. His face, usually serene, lit up with excitement at every discovery.
The first thing he found was a piece of bread wrapped in cloth. As he traced the rough crust, he smiled with both nostalgia and delight.
Erian went on exploring. In another sack, his fingers brushed loose grains, and plunging his hand deeper, he recognized the fine texture of flour.
