Chapitre 15: Mutants and Irony

In no time, August found herself seated at a little table overlooking the forest with heaps of food on the plate in front of her and a grass chandelier hanging above that had caught her interest. The long and pale wispy grasses hung elegantly around its circumference while a bulb illuminated them from the center, creating a warm, inviting glow.

It had literally been weeks since August ate, and now she felt the hunger gnawing angrily at her.

Graeme didn't recall ever feeling actual pleasure watching someone else eat before, but now he smiled watching August chewing her meal happily across from him. It satisfied something in him that needed her safe and cared for. It was instinctual. For the first time in a long time, he realized that he felt at ease. And this was just from watching the girl eat!

After Greta was satisfied that August was okay and was staying that way—at least for the time being—she left to give them some time alone.