Hermi couldn't recall the last time she had actually shared a meal with her husband. Since her arrival at the Black Fortress, her dinners had been solitary affairs, with only Enzo for company.
Apparently, the romantic allure of a jagged rock and a drafty ravine appealed to her husband, far more than the civilized comforts of their Dining Hall.
Cassian settled onto the jagged rock beside her, the space between them surprisingly respectful. To her immense relief, he didn't insist on her sitting on his lap as he had, during their long journey from Aurellanza to Ferramonte.
Instead, her husband simply tore off a strip of the venison and offered it to her with a flourish.
"Would you like a taste of our exquisite specialty for every monster raid, my dear?" he prompted, his expression fixed in a blinding grin.
