(Author's POV)
Alaric changed into a fresh pair of black sweatpants and a light blue casual shirt and settled opposite her.
Nora served him a hearty portion and looked at him with a gleam in her eyes. As if she had herself prepared that meal. Alaric, though reluctantly, took a small spoonful. The savoury, flavorful soup flooded his senses, bringing with it a raw wave of comfort and warmth.
He didn't comment anymore, but Nora could clearly see a rare expression of solace on his face. "Then, I will dig in as well," she said, with a gleeful face.
As soon as she sipped the lentil & vegetable soup, her spoon slipped from her fingers, making a cling sound. Her eyes widened.
Alaric stopped and rushed to her side, asking, his countenance stunned, "Ora, wh~ …. what happened to you?" He started rubbing her back nervously.
"Where did you get this from?" she answered with another question, her eyes locked on Alaric's, her voice etched with seriousness.
