Aira had already made it clear that she didn't want Rymora in the bathroom, and Rymora didn't bother to move from her spot.
Instead, she waited there for Aira to return, which took more time than she would have liked before Aira finally stepped out.
But Aira had barely exited when she instantly told Rymora that she could leave.
"I can dress myself! You can make yourself useful by tossing away the seeds given to me by a kind man and a friend!"
"Better still, you can eat it on my behalf since I can't!" Aira said, her voice sharp, her tone clipped with annoyance that clung to every word.
Rymora simply pretended not to understand, bowing her head slightly—something she never did—before stepping out of the room with the pouch carefully tucked into her pocket.
Aira was angry, yes, but beyond that was the gnawing thought of food. Her body had burned through what little breakfast she'd managed, and now all she could think about was the ache in her arms and the emptiness in her stomach.
