"Vegetable soup?" Devion asked, confirming unhurriedly.
Ayen nodded weakly. His body slumped against the couch, looking frailer and more listless than usual. It was as though the indifference he exuded decreased by a notch and was replaced by a kind of softness.
Looking at him like this, Khal and Devion felt their hearts itch, but did not dwell deeper because the worry was greater.
"We don't have ingredients," Devion spoke, turning to Khal.
"We'll buy."
"Is the market open at this hour?" Devion's concern was valid.
In a yellow zone, especially a mere town-sized zone, one could rarely see people outside their homes when night hits, much less open establishments.
Khal almost rolled his eyes at Devion. "Ayen wants to eat vegetable soup, and he will." The conversation ended with that firm tone.
"I'm just saying, but I agree."
Ayen watched the two talk without bickering and also about himself; he found it odd but not repulsive. An aftermath of the guiding session?
