The grilled meat didn't taste good. Its blood still soaked into the flesh gave it a metallic flavor, but I was used to it. Eating hadn't been a pleasure for a long time, just a necessity.
Lysara, on the other hand, devoured her piece ravenously. Her movements were jittery, almost feral, like a starving animal that had been deprived of food for too long. Her feverish gaze shone with a strange intensity. Seeing that spark in her eyes, however brief, warmed my heart. It meant there was still something left of her, something human.
— Want some more? I asked, offering her another piece.
She shook her head, wiping the blood from her lips with the back of her hand. She had gone silent again, absent. The moment had passed.
Meal over, we resumed our journey.
