"Hey, welcome back, Your Highness.." said the old witch with a smile. She had seen blood splatter on Emmelyn's clothes, but she didn't say anything. As long as Emmelyn looked fine, Mrs. Adler wouldn't ask her too many questions.
"What are you making?" Emmelyn asked. She looked into the pot and saw the soup. Suddenly she felt hungry again after not being able to feel hunger for weeks.
This was a good feeling, she thought. After she went to stay in this hut, she had to force herself to eat so that she wouldn't die and her recovery process could go well.
If it was up to her, she wouldn't eat anything because she didn't have any appetite. But now, she was craving the simple soup that the old witch was making. It smelled good too.
"I am making soup, Princess," said the old witch. "Would you like some?"
"Yes, please..." said Emmelyn. She put the money bag on the floor and got ready to eat. She took a bowl from beside the stove and waited for Mrs. Adler to scoop some soup for her.
