Time blurred after Cain's discussion with Selena. Luna's word that stated he was freed from training for the day left his schedule unexpectedly open.
With no other choice, he was being invited to eat dinner at Winterfell house, which surprisingly blew his mind.
As expected from a wealthy household, his meal was none other than real food. A food with substance, shape, and taste. Most importantly, the warmth that entered his tongue down to his throat seeped into his soul, soothing the boy's weary heart.
After all those gooey jelly, filled with artificial taste, kept entering his body. Today's dinner was like a drop of an oasis that cleansed his mouth, reminding him again what it was to become a normal human.
And now, Cain was sitting on one of the balconies in the mansion. He leaned his back against the metal chair; the cold, hard texture made his back stiff. In front of him, a round table coated with metal became his companion.
