Aeron took the sandwich with trembling hands. He opened his mouth—
Bite.
"I—"
Chew. Swallow.
"Am—"
Bite.
My lips twitched.
At this rate, we'll hear your story by next week.
"Just eat first," I said, tossing him another sandwich. "Then talk."
Aeron paused, a crumb clinging to his lower lip. For a second, I thought he'd argue—but then he nodded stiffly and devoured the next sandwich in three ravenous bites.
What followed was a spectacle.
Five sandwiches disappeared in under a minute and a half. Aeron ate like a man who'd forgotten food existed, barely pausing to breathe.
He hesitated at the sixth, fingers hovering over the last one before nudging it toward me with the solemnity of a knight offering his sword.
So you were starving, I mused, chuckling inwardly. Guess I'll warn someone to stock up on snacks later.
