The pie Rohan made wasn't as bad as the soup. Belle ate that, along with some fresh fruit he had brought in from the yard for her. Afterwards, no matter how much she insisted on wanting to look around the house, Rohan sent her back to bed to rest. She had already slept for three days, so sleeping again wasn't exactly possible.
That evening, he helped her bathe, and then gave her a tour around the small cottage and the vast yard. Belle realized they had their very own farmhouse, with many domestic animals, from cows to chickens and ducks that swam in the flowing creek. The entire place smelled like spring and flowers, of peace and harmony. It was a simple place with a life of its own. The grass was so green, and the sky so blue and clear, with birds flying overhead.
