[ eating fried fish from Hal with wine felt kind of silly, honestly. that wasn't the point of that food though. and she would argue it was good food, even if Lucanis would probably disagree.
just like he disagrees with how much time all of this took. after her first bite, she digs in with relish, the taste reminding her body that she was hungry and hadn't eaten something proper in days. and while she eats, she listens to the effort he went through to make everything. fresh pasta, even. and dessert to cap it all off? she casts a glance at the bag he'd brought along with him, curious what he would've made. and how he managed to fit all of it so neatly. ]
Not long–I've seen you get lost in a recipe before, you know. [ she shakes her head at him, still quite floored (and grateful) he'd gone to such lengths. ]
I have been eating; not as well as this, but not too poorly. The Dragons are all looking out for each other right now. Delia's not one to waste food either, so she'll save leftovers so we can keep working.
[ truthfully, she's been a lifesaver. ]
Sleep is the hard part. The city...it sounds– [ her lips press into a thin line as she glances down at her glass, focused pinned on the deep red liquid. ] –different. Wrong.
[ having lived here almost her whole life, she knows every peep and sigh that echoes through the streets. the Venatori have brought with them a chorus of misery. more crying than usual floats up from the cramped alleys. the best way to avoid it was to avoid resting altogether. to simply keep moving. ]
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Date: 2025-01-10 02:28 am (UTC)[ eating fried fish from Hal with wine felt kind of silly, honestly. that wasn't the point of that food though. and she would argue it was good food, even if Lucanis would probably disagree.
just like he disagrees with how much time all of this took. after her first bite, she digs in with relish, the taste reminding her body that she was hungry and hadn't eaten something proper in days. and while she eats, she listens to the effort he went through to make everything. fresh pasta, even. and dessert to cap it all off? she casts a glance at the bag he'd brought along with him, curious what he would've made. and how he managed to fit all of it so neatly. ]
Not long–I've seen you get lost in a recipe before, you know. [ she shakes her head at him, still quite floored (and grateful) he'd gone to such lengths. ]
I have been eating; not as well as this, but not too poorly. The Dragons are all looking out for each other right now. Delia's not one to waste food either, so she'll save leftovers so we can keep working.
[ truthfully, she's been a lifesaver. ]
Sleep is the hard part. The city...it sounds– [ her lips press into a thin line as she glances down at her glass, focused pinned on the deep red liquid. ] –different. Wrong.
[ having lived here almost her whole life, she knows every peep and sigh that echoes through the streets. the Venatori have brought with them a chorus of misery. more crying than usual floats up from the cramped alleys. the best way to avoid it was to avoid resting altogether. to simply keep moving. ]