After waking up, an entire day had already passed.
Soren still felt heavy, his body was sluggish as if it hadn't quite caught up with reality yet. Once again, it was Cael who had pulled him back from the edge.
Now, Soren stood inside Cael's tent that had sheltered him. The scent of clean linen and faint herbs lingered in the air as he stood stiffly in front of the seated prince while bowing deeply, his posture rigid with unease.
"Are you hungry?" Cael asked casually. "How about a light meal for breakfast?"
Soren flinched at the question and lifted his head, clearly caught off guard. His brows knit together in confusion before he hurried to answer.
"Uh, oh. I'm fine, Your Highness. I can manage. I can't keep imposing on you like this. You've already helped me more than enough. I'm… truly grateful."
