Reynold was sitting up on the bed with the food tray balanced on his lap.
He was rushing the food on it. He tore into the dark rye bread first, then went straight for the braised lamb without stopping in between.
Gwyn was sitting in the chair beside him. Nyx had already left.
Reynold reached for another spoon and nearly choked on it.
Gwyn let out a small laugh.
Reynold shifted his eyes to her with his mouth still full. "What."
"Nothing." She shook her head. "Mm... I am just glad you are okay."
Reynold used his tongue to work a piece of food that was loose from his teeth, chewed it down properly, then reached for the water and drank. He then set the cup down and picked up the spoon again.
"...You and Nyx," he said with his eyes still on the tray. "Still taking things slowly?" He glanced sideways at her. "Or officially a thing now?"
Hearing, Reynold's words, Gwyn's cheeks immediately turned pink. She looked away. "Officially a thing."
