After that, Élisa rejoined her companions.
She noticed that Maggie, ever true to herself, had settled down among the other soldiers, her eyes fixed on the flames—but above all, on the roasting meat skewered above them. One could say without exaggeration that this was the moment she looked forward to most in the day, almost like a sacred ritual.
Élisa let out a discreet sigh and dropped beside her. Without taking her gaze off the fire, Maggie handed her a piece of grilled meat on a stick. Élisa snatched it with a curt gesture and sank her teeth into it with a hunger that made her friend raise an amused eyebrow.
"You must've been starving…" Maggie said, her rough voice punctuated by a muffled laugh. "It's rare to see that much energy for a simple piece of meat."
Élisa chewed, swallowed, then answered with weary irony:
"Let's just say fatigue gave me an appetite. And more than that… talking with Zirel too."
