Time passed in the peaceful solitude as Eirik waits for his mother to come back, his mind wandered back to their conversation. It was as if the dam within him had cracked open, and though the pain was still there, it felt less suffocating. The healing had begun, and for the first time in weeks, he allowed himself to feel hopeful.
A few moments later, the door opened once more, and Morgana returned with a small procession of maids, each of them carrying trays of food. The sweet, inviting scent of fresh fruit, warm porridge, and freshly baked bread filled the air, bringing a welcome distraction from his heavy thoughts.
The maids, all dressed in their crisp uniforms, moved swiftly and efficiently as they set the dishes on the bed, arranging everything neatly in front of Eirik. Morgana stood beside them, offering her gentle instructions.