I really didn't know if the amount of food I was eating was something that I could reasonably sustain going forwards or if I was going to have to start either working out a hell of a lot more than I already did or cut back and control my appetite, because... damn.
Two racks of ribs, three steaks, a half dozen steamed buns, two bowls of rice and an entire pot of tea all for myself... plus a slice of a spongy cake that was soaked in some kind of tangy oil that just made it melt in my mouth... and a bunch of water that Ophelia continued to pour out of a seemingly bottomless waterskin.
That pill that the Elder had given me must have been something incredible because an hour or so later the pain was pretty much completely gone, and my fingers were no longer a shade of pink that didn't match the rest of me.
