[Meredith].
My gaze drifted to the open back door that led into the small garden. A gentle breeze carried in the scent of earth and flowers.
Briefly, I wondered if my maidservants had already gone to gather the fruits I would need today.
Today's task was simple but essential—the first step in preparing the digestive tea. Washing. Cutting. Drying.
The fruits needed days, not hours, to dry properly in the sun before they could be infused and blended.
Almost on cue, footsteps approached from the garden side.
Kira entered first, followed closely by Deidra, Arya, and Cora. Each of them carried large basins brimming with ripe pineapples, kiwis, and raspberries. The fruits were vibrant, fresh, their natural sweetness already filling the room.
They set the bowls down carefully, their movements efficient and practiced. And not one of them looked tired.
I smiled faintly and instructed, "Wash all of them thoroughly, every single piece. We can't afford contamination."
