The Council notice sat folded on the desk where Soren had left it the night before.
The review board had changed its mind and a classification was coming and there was nothing to do about it before it came.
So he didn't do anything about it. He made a tray of breakfast and put it in front of Mona instead.
She didn't understand food at first.
She looked at the tray, then up at him, the same suspicion she'd given her own hands the first morning.
A thing done to her, not for her.
"You eat it," he said.
She picked up an egg with her whole fist.
"With the fork."
She looked at the fork. She looked at the egg in her fist. She decided the fist had already worked and ate the egg.
He didn't correct her again. A mole had spent its life eating in the dark with no audience and no rules and the fork could wait. The eating was the part that mattered and she was doing the eating.
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Beasts didn't eat on a schedule. They ate when the body said to.
