What a beautiful sight.
She stood frozen at the top of the staircase, Tanith resting comfortably on her hip. Torian stepped up right beside her, his massive hands gripping the wooden railing as he stared down at the living room.
Every single flat surface, the tables, the rugs, the fireplace mantle, and even the windowsills, was completely covered in perfectly tied food.
Thousands upon thousands of massive, waterproof green leaves had been expertly folded and secured with twine, each one containing a hot, hearty portion of chicken, rice, and the desperately needed Wither-Rot cure.
The sheer volume of the food wraps was staggering. It looked like a sea of green spanning from the kitchen archway all the way to the front doors, leaving only a few narrow, treacherous footpaths to navigate the room.
But it wasn't it that made Roxy's heart swell until it physically ached. It was the architects of that miracle.
