Zafira and Leonhardt didn't speak after he fell asleep, but when he woke up, her figure lingered in the corner of his vision, and she seemed to need a little more time before recovering.
They would reach the outer reaches of Astrea city by the end of the day if they rushed, but with the attack during the night and Zafira's state, Leonhardt decided to take it slowly and climbed out of the cart.
He dropped from the step with a thud, the sound of wings fluttering, as a huge bowl of bubbling porridge clanged, swaying slightly.
'She's making breakfast...? Haha, is the world going to end?'
It seemed her shyness would take a little longer to fix, and so Leonhardt shook his head before scooping a spoonful of the steaming porridge with a sweet, honey-like scent, bringing it to his mouth with a light blow.
